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Date: June 07, 2012 10:35PM
There's a lot of silly details to this story that I don't feel like itemizing much, so I'll try to be concise but still include relevant data. Suffice it to say I'm very much hurting right now. Lost, duped, disillusioned...all those adjectives used by others when describing the loss of Mo'ism.
Ok. My departure from Mormonism was not nearly as terrible as some accounts I read here for the following reasons:
1) I was young when I left, and left with my wife (we're 30 now)
2) I relocated to a new area thus had no existing connections to Mo's who would harrass me
3) The vast majority of harrassment I received was from my parents, whose sanity and judgment I'd already written off years before.
4) I found the church so sterile and irrelevant that I didn't feel like I was losing anything; it had become quite unimportant to me.
I almost felt like there was something wrong with me for not experiencing the trauma others do when leaving the cult. But in the past few months I've experienced it big time.
It all started on my mission when I befriended one particular recent convert, I'll call him Chad. He was the only one on my mission I felt connected to or similar to in any authentic way. We spent considerable time going on splits, bashing with other religiophiles, sharing meals or just hanging out on PDays. I found him extremely unique and interesting.
Fast forward to back home in Utah, just living my life as a young RM, finding a woman to spend my life with, as well as slowly drifting from the "Kingdom of God." My wife slowly drifted out along with me. We had our first kid a little earlier than we'd planned (use more than just birth control pills, kids), and it was a shocker. I had been enjoying my life, friends, even if in Utah.
Anyway, DW was already involved in her career and was proficient and specialized. She was offered employment in a city a mere 175 miles from my mission and my friend Chad (who I had kept contact with and even visited). The fact that this friend was close to our new nonZion city was a considerable motivation to move (although I would have anyway; it just made it nice that I would have a friend somewhat close). The fact that I could leave theocratic Utah made it even better.
So we relocated and went on with life. Resigned, no harrassment from the church, we had our second kid, I stayed at home and a few times a year travelled the 175 miles to see my good friend "Chad," although I discovered he too had ditched the cult. Even better! We both retained our interest in religious philosophies and could now even have a few drinks, etc, *etc.*
However we are both on the introverted side (him painfully, me moderately), and I wanted to form more of a "crew." He did know a few people, but mostly we would go see his friend, who I'll just call "Dark Heart." Oddly, Chad would seem agitated being there and always wanted to leave ASAP. I did not know why, for Dark Heart seemed very amiable and even a brilliant conversationalist with whom I felt I had much in common. At the time I just assumed that due to our limited time Chad wanted to resume our philosophizing, reading or art-viewing without the extroverted presence of Dark Heart.
So this went on for about 5 years. I'd go travel there to see my friends, and was meeting new people all the time. Fairly early I noticed that I didn't feel connected to Dark Heart. I was friends with Chad and others, but I was only becoming friends with Dark Heart, always becoming, never arriving. He didn't ever seem "present." He was always subtly oriented to something else, never the thing at hand. Although we'd spent time together, went to parties together it seemed the more I knew him the less I knew him. He would also spontaneously snap at people for very minor slights, and then return to normal civil interaction. I chalked it up to a quirk, but by then I was rationalizing his behavior. He was very good at articulating why certain little things bothered him so enormously, but the amount of hostility that was created by those acts was absolutely baffling.
I noticed smaller things first, like having drinks in a bar and running out without paying. That was so foreign and immature to me. Or there would be big outdoor concert festivals, and he would help people sneak in without paying. I like to have a devil-may-care good time, but my sense of humanist morals was always intact and even improved due to these activities.
In addition to his questionable conscience, his positive traits seemed borrowed or mimicked. He seemed to know the right thing to say, but it tended to have the feeling of a t-shirt slogan. There eventually came a point where I wondered what exactly he was, what he believed and felt, and if you'll excuse the crude colloquialism, whether he had a soul.
After spending time with just Chad, I felt so uplifted and fresh and just high on life. He often attributed our high feelings to the fact that he intentionally avoided interacting with Dark Heart since he knew him all to well. He would really only volunteer to see him in order to procure certain "provisions" (I hope I'm being fairly obvious by now).
But I didn't want Dark Heart to feel used, so I would often excuse myself from Chad's company to spend time with Dark Heart. It wasn't just pity, he has a lot to offer and can certainly provide a good time provided you can abide his random but well articulated anger and CONSTANT criticizing of other people behind their backs. This is how his grandiosity manifested: if he couldn't demonstrate that he was awesome, he just devalued and belittled everyone he could, like a Gulliver complex. Everyone he knew was just such an idiot to him and he had no problem telling me what a great person I am and in the next breath violently yell at me for not knowing where the volume button was on his stereo.
This stuff was getting worse as he got older, too. I came to realize it was not some kind of phase or quirk but a fundamental part of who he is. I identified his actions as those of a Narcissist but continued rationalizing them plus I really, really cared about him and his weird anger and bouts of vague sadness concerned me and I wanted to "help" if I could. I could also tell that I was valuable to Dark Heart in this way: normally people would stop by to see him, pick up some provisions, and get the he!! out. But when I was there, people would stay, hang out, chat a while. I knew that he hated when they would leave so quickly and liked that they stayed when I was there.
This seemed good; I like people, people like me, and I felt like I was helping Dark Heart feel better. And then the next day of my weekend or whatever I would spend time with Chad which would recharge my spirits so to speak, even when I didn't know they needed recharging. It was obvious that I was a different person when I was around Dark Heart. Not so much an undesirable person, just different. Constant egg-shell walking will do that.
This is where things stood until last fall. I would occasionally travel down there and attend parties with Dark Heart or hang at his house, and spend time with Chad and his new girlfriend separately in more subdued activities. These visits were intermittent in my life, but enormously important to me and I considered it all my social circle or tribe.
Here's how everything went to absolute ---- I was hanging out at Dark Heart's as usual and he was agitated as usual. But this time I well understood his anger. He'd loaned somebody $1000 to give a party and that person refused to pay him back, and even mocked him in front of a bunch of people such as giving him a pat on the back as payment. This was also typical for Dark Heart to be exploited by people because they did not respect him or like him.
Although quieter than usual, Dark Heart was making understandably hateful comments about this person and how Dark Heart wanted to "go Dexter on his a" (referring to the tv show about the professional killer). I felt bad for him, tried to console him, while the usual party people stopped by for chatting etc. It had gotten late in the night and some unfamiliar people stopped by. I was cordial and friendly to them but they were mostly talking quietly with Dark Heart over a computer. I noticed one of them was in possession of a narrow heavy club, like a police baton or nightstick. I just thought it was a novelty but after they'd left Dark Heart glibly informed me that the person who owed him money was about to get his legs broken and his car stolen.
Obviously my "help" through the years had no impact on his sense of morality. I felt like such a MORON for giving so much support to this vicious jerk. He was actually capable of violence. Not just verbal abuse, but real actual physical violence! (not to downplay the horrors of emotional abuse). I was shocked by this capability, and out-of-my-mind nonplussed as to why he would gladly tell me this. Did he really think I would be okay with that? What did it say about me that I was one of his inner circle cronies that would justify it? Ugh it still makes me sick to my stomach.
I came back home in a state of shock. I was on the phone with Chad trying to make sense of this person he'd known since high school but to my chagrin Chad was sticking up for him and diverting matters to ME! This is extra fun: you know what my sins were? Sleeping in till one in my own hotel two years ago and eating a bit sloppy at the mall due to sleep deprivation during the weekend in question. That's it. I pressed for more grievances I'd committed, but that was it. He had just started school again so he was waxing moral about table manners? I don't know but it really hurt. Moreover, anything I said to Chad would invariably be passed on to Dark Heart, so I had to clam up. Everyone else I'd met knew Dark Heart first, needed Dark Heart's services, and I didn't feel comfortable "rocking the boat" with them.
So now it's been since thanksgiving since I've talked to any of the nice people I've met down there. It took Dark Heart a month or so to realize I wasn't talking to him and he started cranking up his original charms, but mostly he was enlisting Chad to call me after I'd ignored Dark Heart's calls and texts and facebooks. I also ignored Chad's calls because he was simply calling me after I failed to answer Dark heart's calls. by then I fully knew what I was dealing with: a full blown personality disorder (most likely NPD or Borderline PD comorbid with Antisocial PD but idk) and that the strategies were extremely similar to Mormonism's. After I'd read more about the pathology I discovered that as a child of Narcissism, I was naturally drawn to Narcissists as an adult. There is a subconscious drive to find the key to their soul and thus find the key to my Narcissist parents souls and finally receive validation from them that they never even were capable of giving. That particular fact helps me not feel like such an idiot.
As powerless and sad as I've felt for losing these connections, I have had a tentative plan in mind: cut off contact for at least six months so that Dark Heart realizes he can't use Chad to get me to change my position. I want Chad out of that dynamic first and foremost. Once I stop receiving "love bombs" from Dark Heart using Chad as proxy I will contact Chad to see if he wants to resume our friendship. Another possibility (albeit a conceited one) is that my disengagement might actually modify Dark Heart's behavior. I know that Narcissism can't be cured, but Narcissists CAN change their behavior (Steve Jobs in his late 20's is a good example).
If I hear from enough people that Dark Heart has definitely changed, I will consider friendship with him again, but that report cannot come from Chad since Dark Heart most likely is treating him extra nice artificially and temporarily, hoping to influence my opinion once again. The problem with that scenario is no one else beside those two has contacted me at all. I've recently sent breezy hello messages on FB with no response. I'll wait a bit and actually try the phone. It's most likely that they are just very carefree people and don't know that I feel so grave, isolated and utterly repulsed by the violence. People dip in and out of that "world" all the time.
So there it is, I am very lonely and very angry and I think I can better identify with the harsher exit scenarios in Mormondumb. But my wife has been very generous and patient with me and our relationship seems a bit closer. Plus my beautiful kids notice my sadness and try to help in their own ways.
Thanks to any readers of this and please accept my condolences if you are in pain and know that I feel it too to some extent.