Today is not the anniversary of my marriage, or the day I met my husband. Today will mark four years since the day I was excommunicated from The Mormon Church.
I was excommunicated for wanting to keep the child I was pregnant with. As well as enjoying the sex I had to get pregnant.
Snuggling with Rosalie, I love her. |
I decided to edit my initial story of my excommunication, (I am a much better writer now than I was when I wrote it a few months back) as well as reflect at bit.
Looking back I still cannot believe how it all happened. I never would have imagined my parents would have acted the way they did. I hope I am smart enough to never make my children feel the way a felt. The “love” my parents showed me wasn’t love. Although love can be shown in many different ways if the recipient doesn’t feel loved it’s not love.
The few months during all of this were the worst in my life. Even though it was the worst time in my life it lead to the best years I have had so far. I am glad things worked out the way they did. I wish my family would get over themselves. My mother still believes RJ is completely responsible for what happened. She sent me a letter a few months ago telling me to, and I quote, “stop being his puppet”. I’m not sure who she thinks RJ is, but he is a amazing loving father and husband. It’s been four years already. This is my life and I love it. If you don’t want to be a part of it that’s fine, leave me alone and stop trying to shove your religion down my throat.
Today I decided it would be fun to share something new. I have my invitation to my disciplinary council, and the decision letter excommunicating me.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Invitation to my disciplinary council
Also enjoy the edited version of My Excommunication Story.
Thanks for reading!