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Date: March 29, 2012 03:01PM
You know, a little earlier on Carla Hackworth's thread, I read bignevermo's reply and agreed with it – but I carefully responded in a vague way so I didn't incur MJ's wrath. Since then, I've thought about (pondered..) this and felt something sort of hit me:
I am almost 31 years old, and I specifically avoided responding to bignevermo's post because I'm afraid of what MJ will type back. I'm afraid of the sting of .. words. What the fuck is wrong with me? Is he going to hunt me down and beat me up? No. Is he going to steal my identity and ruin my credit score? Unlikely. Does it really even matter what he says? No. But I'm scared of his response, I'm scared of people not liking me and not agreeing with me. I'm approaching middle-age and I'm just as frightened as a little school girl getting a mouse thrown at her.
I have spent my entire life being afraid. To this day, my thoughts are controlled by “the world's strongest umbilical cord”, carefully hiding who I am and what goes on in my life because I'm afraid I will embarrass and disappoint my mother. I hide the majority of what happens in my adult life because I'm worried I'll finally cause her a fatal heart attack from the shame and sorrow because of course whatever it is, she will blame *herself* because she wasn't a “good mother”. Despite the fact that she was, in fact, a good mother! She wasn't perfect, but she tried her best goddamnit! She cares so much about her kids and their eternal salvation that she heaps mountains of guilt upon herself because half of us have 'gone astray'. I am afraid that no matter what I say, she won't be able to just accept who I am and will make herself physically sick with grief.
Why am I such a goddamned coward? Why do I feel compelled to pretend I'm someone else, a “good person”, to everyone around me? Why am I so goddamned afraid of confrontation? I have gotten screwed over so many times in life both professionally and personally because I was afraid to really say what was on my mind. I've spent so much fucking time hiding that I've tried to drown out the pain and shame with alcohol and addiction. My house is literally falling apart, I discovered our water heater is leaking into our crawlspace on Monday – but I haven't done anything about it, because I know I'll probably need a plumber and I'm too embarrassed to bring them into my filthy house because I'm always too tired and stressed to take care of things.
I have even been hiding what goes on in my head from my wife – because if she really knew how much I daydream about hanging myself, or mixing up some poisonous batch of chemicals to rid myself of this pathetic embarrassment of a life, she'd demand to take me to the emergency room – and we don't have the money, not when I've squandered it on junk that I don't even use and bank fees because I didn't pay enough attention to the finances.
You know what? I am a good person. Just not in the way everyone here in the Morridor thinks a good person should be. I am so fucking tired of pretending I am the person that I'm not. So MJ: Thank you. Thank you for finally kicking me into gear and making me realize that I'm a fucking pansy. You often have a lot of valid points to make, and I agree with you an awful lot – but you can really be an ass, and a bully without realizing it. You can really hurt other people's feelings sometimes. And I don't like it. You make people feel small and that their opinions don't count because they haven't had the same courageous life experiences you have. You make people like me feel like I don't matter because I'm not an out-of-the-closet, proud homosexual – I'm just a cowardly bisexual living in a hetero marriage and enjoying the benefits unfairly. You might be right.. but it still isn't nice. I hope you will at least take this into consideration, and maybe try being a little less harsh. And, if you don't, well, fuck you. I don't care anymore.
I am sick of hiding. My name is Andrew. I live in Ogden, UT with my wife and five cats and three dogs in a dilapidated house that is literally falling apart and probably has hundreds of code violations after years of half-assed “improvements” by its owners, past and present included. I am an ex-mormon. I resigned my membership from the mormon church in 2003. If you check your calendar, you'll see that it's been almost nine years since then. I have never, in all that time, told my parents about this.
I am a bisexual male. I did not “choose” to be this way, FSM knows I didn't *want* to be. I just am. My wife has gone through immense pain and anguish dealing with and accepting this fact, and still loving me despite it. I don't think I'm gay, I think I'm bisexual because I like having sex with both genders. I do not believe this makes me a bad person, and I'm fucking tired of pretending that I'm straight. I'm fucking tired of hiding.
I believe what makes someone a bad person is when they have no empathy for their fellow humans and no compassion for innocent animals. I believe a bad person is someone who willingly screws over others and then takes the sacrament the following Sunday. I believe a bad person is someone who would take someone's civil rights away in order to further their own agenda. I believe a bad person is someone who has the means to help others and chooses not to do so. I believe a bad person is a hypocrite who insists on one thing from those around them and then does something completely different.
I know that no person is perfect; I know that everyone makes mistakes. I'm guilty of every one of those things I listed, but I feel ashamed because of them – not because I didn't graduate from seminary, or that I don't hold the so-called priesthood. But I am sick and tired of feeling guilty and ashamed because of the very things that make me who I am. I believe we only have one life here and I've already pissed half of mine away. I'm tired of dwelling on the past and all my mistakes and embarrassments and shortcomings so much that I miss the present. I'm tired of waxing nostalgic for a time when I was just as miserable as I am now.
I've had enough. I am tired of being a coward. I am trapped here in Utah and I know if I don't make a change, if I don't sober up, I'll never get us out of here. And the thought of that happening really makes me want to end it all. Oh, and I'm tired of being ashamed for being a registered Democrat.
Thank you all for being there and for letting me vent. I don't want to hate living anymore. I'm terrified to post this but I feel almost compelled – by some external force – to do this. God, if you exist, please help me.
Thanks