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Date: April 20, 2014 09:39AM
Mixed marriages of other religions should never be discussed in the same breath with Mormon-gentile marriages.
Every one of you who has a working mixed marriage is not married to a TBM. You cannot have an actual committed marriage to a Mormon because rule one in Mormonism is that the church comes before the marriage.
Rule one to the non-mo is that the marriage comes first.
In the temple, Mormons marry the church and commit everything they have to the corporation and then to each other conditionally, only if they are faithful to the laws, ordinances of the MOrmon church.
The Mormon partner will be associating with regular TBM Mormons who will lavish a great deal of pity on him/her because their whole point of existence, the whole "My Turn on Earth" has been ruined because of their gentile spouse.
Women will stroke his handsome cheek, telling him they hope he picks them when he is assigned faithful, good spouse in the CK. Men will tell women it is a damned shame she will never have the priesthood holder she deserves to bless her home with the presence of the Holy Spirit and to have the example of a good man for her children.
Marriage is difficult and if you add the above to trouble at home about all the usual marital issues, you can see you have a recipe for Hell on Earth.
A little note about men who are courting. They are not lying when they pretend to be jack mormon, exmormon, about-to-leave Mormon, or less than devoted. At the moment their pants are stirring, it's all true. They could care less about Joseph Smith's teachings when they think they have met the woman who can make them happy. (Reread that sentence! LOL!)
When they come out of the stupor of infatuation, or when you do if you're the Mormon, the desire to rejoin the tribe surges back in full force. Usually over how to raise the children.
Mormons want their children to have the same childhood experiences they did. We all do. And when your two recollections differ that wildly, you are in for trouble.
My son married a former Mormon who was so exmo she was a hoot. She made fun of the church just like we all did. She was his childhood sweetheart whom he married because we lived in Utah and that's who his friends and girlfriends were--Mormon. Making a long, painful story short, the isolation from the religious tribe--and her family-- was so difficult for her that she (and he) started using drugs to ease the pain.
After a few years of marriage to the love of their lives, they got a divorce. She went back to the warm embrace of the we-think-for-you tribe and married a man who could take her to the temple. He continued with his addictions for years, eventually quitting weed, cocaine, cigarettes, and just recently alcohol.
Of course the cirrhosis, the hepatitis, the lung collapsing (twice) are all collateral damage to a body abused for so long.
His next relationship was ruined because he just never got over the Mormon girl he loved since he was a child. He's in his forties now and fears he will never love again and that Mormonism ruined his life. He blames the pressure put on her by the church and her family--always egging her on to leave him.
I wish I could open a portal to the past and just show you a little video of us clearing out the storage unit that contained his former life with his wife. There was never a couple so much in love. We both cried buckets as we threw away gifts they'd given one another, cards, dried flowers, photos --beautiful wedding photos--and the souvenirs of their travels together.
So much heartbreak cannot be avoided in life, but this one can.
Just as you would avoid an Amish person because you don't want the lifestyle, avoid a Mormon. And if he says he's not that into it, just picture his back being rubbed by a single Mormon woman because he's gone back to Sacrament and she's consoling him by reminding him that he'll be assigned someone better than you in the Celestial Kingdom.
After you have birthed his children, washed his clothes, cooked his food, cleaned his house and warmed his bed for twenty years.
Kathleen Waters