So being raised Mormon, when the end of my
participation came, it came in a big way. It wasn’t enough to no longer be a Mormon and
let bygones be bygones. Oh no! Single handed ruination off all things Mormon
was the immediate goal.
Unfortunately for me, destruction through my
loathing didn’t appear to be on the Mormon agenda.
Out of necessity, I’ve had to mellow with age. I
still can’t attend a church meeting (not that my attendance is ever requested)
without having a compulsive desire to run screaming from the building.
However, the
Mormons and I have come to a sort of uneasy détente. They try to track me down when I move from
state to state and I try to turn away the church visitors without making them
cry. Fair enough!
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