Posted by:
skotophile
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Date: July 21, 2011 07:08PM
On Sunday I received a phone call from the bishop of my home ward regarding my request to have my name removed from church records. I grew up playing basketball with his kids, we've shared a lovely neighborhood together for ten years, he had been my mechanic- anyway, he called to let me know that he received my letter and ask me to drop a signed copy by his house. His voice was so full of sadness that I felt kinda bad that it had to be this guy doing the "dirty work." I also felt, for the first time in my nearly 8 years of being an exmormon, sad to be closing this chapter in my life. Much of who I am, how I view the world and the people in it has developed from my being raised mormon and the culture surrounding it. As much as I disagree with the doctrine and practices, there are cultural things that I miss. I miss the sense of comradery and sharing common momentous events with neighbors and friends. It's like finally having my name removed is the symbolic shunning of important aspects of my childhood and youth. I've been angry at the church and those who are involved with it, I've pitied them but now here I am feeling kind of blue. Maybe I'm just PMSing or something but seriously, I haven't been able to completely shake the small sadness