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Date: May 01, 2013 01:37PM
There I said it. That will probably generate a lot of judgment from friends, family, and the people on this board. But I said it. When I'm not in agony I'm just miserable. I don't believe we have full control over what we truly want. I've already proven to myself that I can't be happy when I'm not living authentically. So rather than suppress my human feelings, I want to celebrate and embrace them.
My TBM brother asked how I will raise my children without the mormon church to protect them from ruining their lives before they even start living. It was painful to think, but not be able to express, that the mormon church IS what took away my life before I could start living.
I don't think a day went by on my mission where I didn't talk about marriage with other missionaries. And I thought about it even more. I was obsessed. We all were. The worst part is, we didn't think much about the individual PERSON we would marry, or the unique relationship we'd have. We were obsessed with the idea of marriage itself. Marriage is just the next step for the obedient, honorably returned missionary. The sooner the better. Anybody will do.
The church enabled my mentality of focusing on marriage and not the person even more with insidious teachings that "Any righteous man and any righteous woman can have a perfectly happy marriage", and a patriarchal blessing that claimed I had a soul mate and promised I would marry her.
And to top it all off, they sped things up by brainwashing me from birth to truly believe that ANY form of sexual activity outside marriage whatsoever (including even thoughts) would invoke the wrath of an angry god.
So as a returned missionary, marriage was expected of me. I knew I had to get married to secure my ticket to the top of the Celestial Kingdom. I believed it when they told me I wouldn't continue progressing (a big thing that was drilled into me on my mission) until I did. I knew any woman would do just as well as any other, but in my case it didn't even matter because whoever I married was guaranteed to be my soul mate! And I was so sexually frustrated from my totally unnatural celibate state that I frantically ran to the altar with the first girl I could get into a relationship with. All before my one-year-back-from-the-mission mark.
I wasn't thinking about the LIFETIME we were vowing to spend together. I didn't know that in the real world marriage is a huge COMMITMENT and SACRIFICE. I ignored the red flags that the two of us weren't a good match. All I could think was "Mission accomplished. This is the moment I've been waiting for my whole life. I successfully obtained my final priesthood ordinance. And afterward I get to have SEX!"
Fast forward several years, two children, and one apostasy later.
My wife and I are both unhappy. Our relationship has never been fulfilling for either of us. Neither one of us is, or ever has been, the type of person the other would choose as a friend. We don't have similar interests, goals, or aspirations. We rarely have engaging conversations. We're exhausted from raising the kids. We've had our ups and downs, but she will admit that she became depressed when we got married, and has never since been as happy as she was before. I am a miserable robot going through the motions in a life that's completely void of color and excitement. I'll admit to her that we aren't a good match. Maybe we should just accept that we were conned, cut our losses, and move on. She believes she's doing everything she can to change and make it work, and I need to step up my game and change too. Maybe so. We went through couple's counseling for several months (with a real professional, not a bishop) and it did absolutely nothing for me.
I love my wife. I have nothing against her. I care about her. I think she's a wonderful person. She's beautiful. The only thing she ever did wrong was agree to play mormon fairy tale with a man (well, boy at the time) that she couldn't be in love with, and who couldn't be in love with her back. The only reason we're still together is because of our children. Though she's now exmormon, she was raised to be a good, dependent mormon woman who doesn't acquire the necessary skills to earn a real living and stays home with the kids instead. I can't throw them out in the cold. They need me.
But every day that passes feels like one more day thrown away from my one-and-only life. My single sister shares with me all the exciting things going on in her life. I'm happy for her but it's painful to think that I was denied those same opportunities. The other day I met a woman on a plane flight and ended up having a 3-hour conversation with her. The kind where you're in such rapport you keep interrupting each other and spinning off new threads and the plane's on the ground before you even know what happened. But I did tell her I was married and I didn't ask for any contact information when we went our separate ways. It's sad because my wife and I have rarely if never had such a conversation. Even during our short (and I mean SHORT) "courtship", our conversations were forced. We both deserve better.
My wife has made it very clear that she wants to do everything in her power to make this marriage work. If it's going to end, I'm going to have to put my big person pants on and step up and be the "bad guy".
Now I'm blathering. Somebody type something so I can read it.