Earlier today on another thread, it was mentioned how JS could not recall when he had the 1st vision. The poster asked if we remembered our wedding night.
The gist of all of it was JS can't remember meeting God (serious MORON) while most people do remember their wedding nights.

I decided it might be fun to remember the day and time you quit the CULT... so I have a song. Sing it to the lyrics of "Oh What A Night" by the Four Seasons

Oh What a Day [to the tune of Oh What A Night by the Four Seasons]

Oh, what a day
Late December, back in '69
What a very special time for me
As I remember, what a day

Oh, what a day
Two weeks past my 15th birthday
And I was never gonna be the same
That was when I quit the CULT!

Oh, Bishie - I got a funny feeling when I walked into your office
I had the nerve to question you about the CULT'S lies!

Oh, what a day
[You were] criticizing and disowning me
It was everything I dreamed it'd be
No surrender, NO MORE CULT!

And I felt the joy like a rolling bolt of thunder
Turning my life around and throwing the CULT under [the bus]
Oh, what a day

Oh, Bishie - I got a funny feeling when I walked into your office
[You] disfellowshipped my ass and not too soon

Oh, what a day
Why'd it take me so long to see the light?
It seemed so wrong, but leaving was so right
The CULT was dark, and NOW daylight!

And I felt the joy like a rolling bolt of thunder
Turning my life around and throwing the CULT under [the bus]
Oh, what a day!! [repeat several times]



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I can't remember the exact day, date or time, but I remember the exact moment and what that moment was where the shelf broke and fell.

And the thought that brought it down. "God is not like this. This is not love. "

Late August or early September of 2012. I remember typing out the letter and my finger hit "send" without the slightest hesitation. And then I told my Catholic wife. She was surprised and said, really?...why?...and I said that maybe the old asshole high priest that I've written about would finally leave us alone....and he has.

RB



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I remember everything about the moment (but not the date) when God died for me. I was standing in my closet, barely hanging on to my last shred of faith, after months of research. I HAD to know if he was there and if there was ANY chance the church was true. I was so desperate that I thought maybe he would finally answer before I fell into what I thought was an abyss.

My answer was NOTHING. Not a thing, not even a feeling. And it hit me: He didn't answer, he didn't EVER answer, because he wasn't even there.

Verily, I can't believe your bishop disfellowshipped a 15-yr old. What an abusive and over-the-top punishment to give a teenager.

I remember when I got my letter... November 18 2015.

It was like a weight had been lifted off my chest. I could

breath again . It was one of the high points of my life.

I sang and danced and laughed all day. Its so good to be

out.

Thanks Giving Day 2011. My husband, myself, and my two kids all left mormonism together. After delivering the letter by hand to the SP, we went home and had TG dinner, complete with champagne and wine.

March 13, 2003 was the day I got my final letter saying I was no longer a member. To celebrate, I got my ears pierced a second time to give the proverbial middle finger to the cult. I resigned in October 2002, after I had gotten an invitation to a YSA dance, before my divorce from my ex-husband was even final.



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It was a Sunday morning in the spring of 1978 ("Oh how lovely
was the morning . . . ). I went to Priesthood meeting while my
wife stayed home with the kids (this was before the three-hour
block).

I was sitting in Elders Quorum but I was sitting in the chairs
against the side wall of the room, not the chairs lined up
facing the front table where the lesson was being given.

In this situation I was a bit more like an outside observer
than a participant. And it struck me, with incredible force
that "this is all baloney." This is not how God would run
things if He were real.

In retrospect I realize it was my "shelf" collapsing after
about ten years of putting things on it and ignoring problems.
If I were a believing person I would say it was God or an angel
etc. speaking to me, but I realize it was my finally giving
myself permission to accept the obvious. And to me at that
moment it was painfully obvious (I stress "painfully")

I walked into Priesthood meeting a believer and left knowing it
was totally fake. The "still small voice" had never been
clearer.

Dec. 16, 2010 at 11:34am MST. I sent my letter to headquarters via USPS with delivery confirmation, and the moment a church representative accepted it, verified by a US government agency, I was legally out.