A Year End Reminder I’m Still Trapped by the Mormons
Saturday, December 31st, 2005
Today, my neighbor brought me over a bar of chocolate and a Christmas card from the ward Relief Society. She must have drawn the short straw, mostly because she knows me and they figured I wouldn’t bite her head off, unlike the time I asked the primary president just who the hell she was coming to my door and asking for my young daughter when I had NO idea who she was, and she never bothered to introduce herself… Phew. Long sentence.
Anyway, Linda handed me the card and the chocolate bar, and I was just about to say something about how having your name removed meant nothing, and how asking for “no contact” meant nothing, although I WAS going to say it nicely. Then my parents drove up. So I said nothing. Although I KNOW Linda knows where I stand. Why won’t they leave me alone? How can I be expected to respect an organization that refuses to respect me?
I had my name removed, folks. I have the letter to prove it. I found myself BACK ON, under both my maiden name and my married name just THREE or so years later. I have requested no contact at LEAST six times. I have threatened legal action, and also rather more, uh, severe action (namely dancing on the bishop’s lawn naked). I still get visits from stake missionaries, the relief society, full-time missionaries, the primary president, the boys collecting Fast Sunday offerings. I receive invitations to EVERY single ward outing, event, party and special occasion.
I am TRAPPED BY THE MORMONS. Those of you who ask me why I cannot leave the Mormon Church Alone–there you have it.
Happy New Year!
And on that note, I’ve decided to share calendar kitty with you.
The Collins children got digital cameras for Christmas, and proceeded to torment the animals. The cat, Pumpkin, was remarkably patient, as you will see.
And my PERSONAL favorite…..
Today, my neighbor brought me over a bar of chocolate and a Christmas card from the ward Relief Society. She must have drawn the short straw, mostly because she knows me and they figured I wouldn’t bite her head off, unlike the time I asked the primary president just who the hell she was coming to my door and asking for my young daughter when I had NO idea who she was, and she never bothered to introduce herself… Phew. Long sentence.
Anyway, Linda handed me the card and the chocolate bar, and I was just about to say something about how having your name removed meant nothing, and how asking for “no contact” meant nothing, although I WAS going to say it nicely. Then my parents drove up. So I said nothing. Although I KNOW Linda knows where I stand. Why won’t they leave me alone? How can I be expected to respect an organization that refuses to respect me?
I had my name removed, folks. I have the letter to prove it. I found myself BACK ON, under both my maiden name and my married name just THREE or so years later. I have requested no contact at LEAST six times. I have threatened legal action, and also rather more, uh, severe action (namely dancing on the bishop’s lawn naked). I still get visits from stake missionaries, the relief society, full-time missionaries, the primary president, the boys collecting Fast Sunday offerings. I receive invitations to EVERY single ward outing, event, party and special occasion.
I am TRAPPED BY THE MORMONS. Those of you who ask me why I cannot leave the Mormon Church Alone–there you have it.
Happy New Year!
And on that note, I’ve decided to share calendar kitty with you.
The Collins children got digital cameras for Christmas, and proceeded to torment the animals. The cat, Pumpkin, was remarkably patient, as you will see.
And my PERSONAL favorite…..
