Thank you for your question.
I tried several approaches, as I posted recently.
http://exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,989726,990938#msg-990938A little background.
I have a very different background from generational BIC members. I was a young adult convert from a long line of middle of the road Christian believers. I had considered going into the ministry coming out of high school as a Music Minister, as that was all a woman could do at that time. Reverends, ministers, pastors, etc. were only men.
Our little family joined the LDS Church without ever attending. Another story for another time!
I met my husband right off his mission, and married in the temple a little over a year after we met, moved to Utah so he could attend BYU and lived in Wymount Terrace in early 1963.
I jumped in with both feet with no idea what I was getting into. (Another story of how our family thought it was just another typical Christian Church, which was what we knew, plus our belief in Spiritualism explained a lot in our minds about Joseph Smith Jr.)
From there on, I immersed myself in Mormonism, learning all I could and adapting as well as possible as a convert. I often said I could never learn to think like a "born in the bed Mormon." He was my teacher in the beginning.
Some years later, I came to a cross road. That began in the 1990's as I recall. A lot of things bothered me.
I was not happy with my role as a woman in Mormonism. Many instances left me very frustrated and upset. (Some very bizarre ones that I posted about - one became the Last Straw.) My husband saw how upset and confused I was and how I could not figure out what was going on and why. He couldn't help much as he was listened to and not me.
I had grown up, so to speak, and was beginning to find my voice. I had children from 12 on that had no interest, and didn't want to be involved. I had some that stuck it out, served missions.
So, I made a conscious decision to leave their religious choice entirely up to them. I could not force it or force belief, or force a testimony. Not possible!(I did a few really dumb things in that process.)
The approaches I used, are outlined in my post above, and a much longer one (How I made it work with a believing spouse) Updated 2 13 2013. If I can't find a link, I'll post it again.
This was a very long process. I had been an active, totally involved Mormon, living the "regs" as well as I could. There was a nagging little bird on my shoulder that kept chirping: what is wrong with this picture, especially the treatment and attitudes by some of the (mostly males in leadership) members that were so abominable.What had I gotten myself into. most of the time, everything went very well. Then Whammy. Something upset the apple cart. Big Time!
Most of my early years in Mormonism are what I often referred to as The Golden Years. Mormonism had a lot of fun, enjoyable things that brought people together. I was a musician and easy speaker so I had a lot of experiences that built my self respect and self confidence. I enjoyed my life as a Mormon.
My husband was a generational Mormon with family going back to Nauvou. It was in his DNA! This was not going to be an easy transition for me. Nor for him to understand.
One of the first things I negotiated with my husband was to "take turns." I did it your way for 30 plus years, now you can do it my way, on a few things. One was: no tithing. There is a story about that too and we had to negotiate again. The idea of my agreements didn't always go well.
There were basic principles of relationships that I needed to learn to practice. Respect his rights to his religion. That included; respect his "G's" - wash/fold/put in drawer as always... and - and not resort to childish behavior - no stomping on them or losing them! :-) (I was sorely tempted at one point!) Buy him new ones and be civil about it. No attitude!
Shut up about what I learned about the LDS Church that didn't jive with his long time "spiritual witness" that I soon learned was immovable. Forget being a Right Fighter. Religion was not about facts and figures. It was about belief by faith. Leave his religious beliefs alone. No more yakking about stuff over breakfast!
Eventually, I realized I needed to set some priorities -- save the marriage. Respect his religion, after all, I knew it and lived it myself learning from some of the best!
Not everyone was going to agree anyhow. So it was down to the final frontier as they say. Agree to Disagree. I think it was his idea originally. I had to Let Go. My beliefs were about me, his were about him. We could coexist and be OK with that.
Then, when I had my husband's assurance that he didn't mind if I resigned my membership (took my name off the rolls) I wrote a short letter and got the job done. That was June of 2002.
All along, I needed to give my husband time to adjust to the notion that it was OK for me to change my mind. It helped that he knew some of my background.
In conclusion:
I soon realized that no matter what I shared with my husband about the history or Mormonism, or my opinions about it, he was not going to change his mind about his beliefs in Mormonism. They were solid. It was not within my power to do a thing about it. It was OK to share funny things. But if I wanted him to respect me and honor my choices, I needed to leave his alone and just let it be- and respect and honor his.
Our marriage weathered all of the storms probably out of sheer determination! We were an odd team - opposites in so many ways. Those that know me on Facebook have read my little essays about my grief process and about how we worked together.
It was not a smooth operation, I was left in a position (because of his job-travel-long hours) of being the Sergeant In Charge much of the time, and I ran a tight ship. Someone had to do it and it fell to me.
I never questioned his commitment and love for me. He was in for the long haul. I knew what he would appreciate and what he didn't. I learned early on that no one can be everything to another person.
We learned quite naturally to defer to each other for different things, situations, etc. I am an extrovert, he was an introvert. He didn't say much, but I knew his expressions and what they meant! That was enough! We never had deep discussions about things in general, and not about religion. Wasn't necessary.
Over the years when his health began to decline, it required many more adjustments. He was not able to attend church very often.
The upshot: I needed to learn to work within our relationship: our different personalities, different backgrounds, and be clear what kind of outcome we would both be happy with. It was a slow process. It was easier in some ways as most of our children also left the LDS Church. But he didn't! No way!
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/16/2013 02:46PM by SusieQ#1.