I think the worst thing that TSCC taught me is that life is supposed to suck. It took me a long time for me to deprogram myself from that. The further I get away from it, the more incensed I become that they teach people to devalue this life in favor of a fantasy afterlife. The story of the fall, the judgementalism and guilt, the brown nose rat race. It's soooo insane.

Life is right here, right now. It's all there is, whether this is all you get or there's an endless multiverse to explore. There's only one now and it ain't coming back. Life is NOT supposed to suck. It's supposed to be paradise. It is paradise, if you will see. It's just a paradise with a few problems to work out. Like some dysfunctional cults fading into oblivion.

I got over the gloom and doom and "suffering" and "endure till the end" stuff a long time ago. But what really brought what you said home big time was being told I had six months left......two years ago. Life is good.

Classic cult tactic: convince someone they can't be happy outside the cult, but life inside the cult is difficult, because you exist for the cult, which the only place you can find happiness...


Also applies to abusive relationships.

Hmmmm.........

Remember tetherball, anyone?

In some ways being a Mormon was like being that ball tethered to the pole. It revolved around that pole, whichever way it was going. Starting. Finishing.

Maybe our lives are like that too. But being in the Morg, we were tied to the cult. Our lives revolved around IT. We served IT. If we were to commune with God, we had to go through IT first.

Our lives were not our own. We were owned by the corporation.

I choose freedom any day over slavery.

I didn't know there was another side.










Oh yea, I (think I) remember. Maybe. Mormonism? Dark side galore.

M@t

I think I was supposed to read this cause I am pissed right now of a false God that was never there and probably doesn't even exist that the cult taught. The cult did teach that you should always be suffering too they were so full of shit about everything.

Nice "sunny side up" post, Babyloncansuckit.

The whole time I was a TBM in a TBM world I heard over and over that only Mormons have true happiness. All I know is whatever brand of happiness Mormons have, my life has been a zillion times happier without it. And the Lone and Dreary World? Turns out its full of a lot of nice people for the most part who help each other and laugh and cry together and deeply care about their families.

I can go years at a time out here in the Lone and Dreary World without hearing the words, "obedience" or "worthy." Nice. Very nice.

I live in evil socialist Europe and the other day I had an interesting conversation with one of the bakers at the grocery store. She's always been friendly and admiring because she saw me with my unusually large troupe of children come to buy pastries. I guess she feels some affinity toward me because she comes from a family with six kids.

This time, though, she told me more about her family. Her parents bought a huge parcel of land many years ago and gave a part to each of their children. The adult children then built their houses on their parts and the whole clan shares a pool in the center. They often have meals together and the grandchildren are great friends.

Yet, she emphasied that her family really cared about allowing for boundaries and personal space. everyone is invited to the get togethers but are welcome, too, to only drop by for coffee and not hounded if they don't come.

The point impressing me was that here is a family, probably knows nothing about Mormonism, who apparently prizes family above all else while still being aware of healthy boundaries and working hard to have close but respectful relationships.

Imagine that, eh??

Right on!

The biggest downer about leaving the church is the tendency of all those sad-sack MORMONS to hang around like grout mildew. Nothing an old toothbrush and a little Comet can't deal with.

Being happy without the church isn't just a great gift to ourselves--it's potentially a great gift to still-active Mormons who see that, indeed, there's life after TSCC, and it's pretty damn good!



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This is where most of my anger is still, I have said here and there how it always bothered me that for so many their lives are planned out for them. How as a convert I gave them a run for their money in a lot of ways that I don't regret, but this is one I do. In my anger I ratted out a mishie

Story time!! Everyone grab your favorite snack cause here we go...


When I first came back from army as a new Mormon the Mishe had an apartment in the same complex as my long time friend. My house was behind the high school and if you cut though it you could be at this complex in less then 5 minutes. I cut through and saw one of the mishes on the swings (was also were Kindergarten was) and I asked him what he was doing? We talked and I called my friend to come get us which she did. We drove around and just keep talking. He was NOT thriving, not in the least, and I was honestly scared for him knowing he still have a while to go on his mission.

When he left he would write to me, and send Birthday cards and one was that he "felt" we should get married, which if you have read any of my posts was not going to happen.

When new Mishes ratted me out to mission president about my male friend living with me while he was displaced I snapped and told him he should be more concerned with what is happening to the missionaries that are his priority and not me. I don't know what happened to this guy, but the MP keep calling me and saying that he was putting the blame on me. I didn't care that he did that and I was hoping that he did in a way because I knew he was already struggling. He should have gone home sooner then he did!!!



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