Date: September 25, 2010 11:18PM
I started dating this great guy--college educated, nice, smart, has a job and looking to go back for his MBA. I waited to tell my parents until after a few months.
I told my mother tonight and she was neither happy nor mad--just took it like it was nothing--nothing. Actually, she said she wanted more for me. I know what she meant--she knew he wasn't mormon even though I didn't tell her. I told her that what she wanted for me wasn't what I wanted for myself. I refused to elaborate, I don't need anymore contention between myself and her so I will say it here--
I don't want to marry a mormon guy, and I don't want to go through the temple. So there!
I am a much happier and more confident woman now that the gospel is out of my life. I can think for myself without feeling like I have to defend something I don't believe in. I can be me and believe what I want and do what I want. So novel!
I suppose confronting family about the specifics of your disbelief is bad, so I will continue to bite my tongue. Though I fear it may fall off.