Waking up and getting out of bed on a Sunday morning when I darn well feel like it, and sitting down and casually eating my breakfast with no where to go.
I don't have to defend the church anymore. Every time something wrong/unethical/illegal surfaces that the church is doing or has done, I see the TBMs in my life jump to the church's defense. The explanations and excuses always seem so pathetic. Defending the indefensible is exhausting. I'm so glad that's not me anymore.
I don't have to feel pressured to invite nevermo friends to church.
I don't have to be a fake friend aka visiting teacher
Sundays are now an actual day of rest and not a day spent in long meetings.
No underwear peaking out from under my cloths. I can show my shoulders.
I don't have to feel intense guilt about my thoughts.
When I do a good deed I do it because I want to do it and not for a reward in the next life.
Although I'm still not sure about an afterlife, the afterlife actually seems less scary than it did when I was TBM knowing that I would be separated from my family forever. Now I think if there is an afterlife God wouldn't be so cruel as to separate loved ones because of their religious affiliation.
IN SO MANY WAYS. Time is a big one. Mormonism wasn't kind to me and as my "husband" says, I was never happy as a mormon. I didn't realize that until he said it. I lived it because I had to. It is so nice to be free.