Sunday, August 14, 2011

The ugly cat is out of the bag...

Yes, the secret is out.  My extended family now knows that I am, as one sister put it, no longer a "practicing Mormon".  Is that sort of like dropping piano lessons because I didn't practice?  Maybe if I'd just KEPT practicing I could have been a great Mormon.  Or pianist.

I prefer other more colorful euphemisms like "going apostate", being "seduced by the devil" or just "in Satan's power".  Meh.  Whatever.  Maybe I just wised up.

The thing that baffled me was how they found out?  It all seems to stem back to that incredibly random meeting on my way to Reno.  Yes, it did come back to bite me in the ass.  Not that ass biting is always a bad thing but I wish I could have picked the timing.  And the person doing the biting.


  1. I really LOVE the word apostate myself. :)

  2. I think you should insist on "seduced by the devil." That's what happens to women who go to Reno without their wedding bands. (And thank goodness for that!)

    I still have strange conversations with TBM's who want to say I'm "inactive." I'll say, no. I'm an ex-Mormon, or I'm a heretic, or I'm an apostate. Then they'll fall all over themselves saying -- "Oh no you're not" -- thinking they're being nice. Aargh!

  3. My bishop was trying to say the word "apostate" nicely when he was visiting us one evening. My husband just had to finally say the word himself. Then the bishop sighed relief. Its almost as bad as the f" bomb....

  4. I have to tell you, Zena, first, that cat picture is incredibly UGLY.

    Second, I can relate to this post so much. The same thing happened to me, and as mixed as my feelings were about it at the time, it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Yes, I was shunned and there has been awkwardness with those whose love for me is conditioned upon validating their batshit and oppressive beliefs.

    But my family knows where I stand, who I am, and my boundaries. Currently, except for the occasionally obligatory item/communication, none of the TBMs talk to me. It's lovely. However my relationships with the not-so-TBMs are awesome. And having those clearly defined boundaries rocks.

  5. I should also add. The awkwardness I mentioned above? It's not mine. It's theirs.

  6. Sulli, I'm growing very fond of the word.

    Donna, Heretic! I missed that one. How heretical apostate?

    Heather, I remember how that word used to feel so evil. Your poor bishop. *snicker*

    CD, I will need to define my boundaries now, I guess. Relations with several of my sisters have been strained and distant anyway so I won't be surprised if they cut off all contact now. Their loss.