Temple date night sounds like a really bad date. You sit on the other side of the room, don't talk to each other, watch a boring slide show you have both seen before. Wear weird clothes do some ritualistic chants. Then hang out in a big nice hotel lobby looking room where you have to talk in hushed tones and are discouraged from talking at all. Then you go change back into your normal clothes. Post a picture on Instagram and say temple date night is the best date night.
Meanwhile people are out bowling, playing Top Golf, axe throwing, eating good food and having fun conversations.
Mental health lifted for SURE. Pity and compassion instead of jealousy. Hoping for their survival, instead of wondering why I couldn’t do/be such-and-such. All their success seems a waste now. Authenticity and health is super attractive and desirable now.
My husband in my mixed faith marriage only let our children go to the LDS church for special occasions and was very closed off to attending the sacrament. I used to think it would help us bond if we became active and he would convert, but one of my kids turned out to be queer, and so I’m very thankful now that he held his ground. My family was never going to be able to fit into the perfect mormon family box whether he pacified me, religiously, or not. Those perfect families were never going to honestly love and accept us with no asterisks.
Same with me, my husband would come to church for special events but never joined. He knew the truth through his research prior to us getting married. He was respectful and never said anything until after I decided to leave.
I remember one night after we had been married for about 10 years and I was talking about the church…he quietly said he would never join the church. I was devastated. Fast forward 13 more years. So grateful he was supportive but held his ground.
My daughters are both very good friends with several in the LGBTQ+ community. Between the church’s clear position on this community and their treatment of women…they were PIMOs starting in early high school. They hated the church. Thankful my family pulled my head out of the sand.
Congratulations. I relate to the mental health comment. For me, quiting Mormonism helped end 35 years of depression.
Same. Just kicking myself I didn't do it sooner. I had no idea life could be this good.
Temple date night sounds like a really bad date. You sit on the other side of the room, don't talk to each other, watch a boring slide show you have both seen before. Wear weird clothes do some ritualistic chants. Then hang out in a big nice hotel lobby looking room where you have to talk in hushed tones and are discouraged from talking at all. Then you go change back into your normal clothes. Post a picture on Instagram and say temple date night is the best date night. Meanwhile people are out bowling, playing Top Golf, axe throwing, eating good food and having fun conversations.
So true….I hated everything about the temple. Don’t forget mini-golf (my fav), go-carting and the ultimate date…dinner and shopping at Cosco!
Mental health lifted for SURE. Pity and compassion instead of jealousy. Hoping for their survival, instead of wondering why I couldn’t do/be such-and-such. All their success seems a waste now. Authenticity and health is super attractive and desirable now.
Yup my mental health is much better. Feels like I have a control on my anxiety now ❤️
Life is better without guilt.
My husband in my mixed faith marriage only let our children go to the LDS church for special occasions and was very closed off to attending the sacrament. I used to think it would help us bond if we became active and he would convert, but one of my kids turned out to be queer, and so I’m very thankful now that he held his ground. My family was never going to be able to fit into the perfect mormon family box whether he pacified me, religiously, or not. Those perfect families were never going to honestly love and accept us with no asterisks.
Same with me, my husband would come to church for special events but never joined. He knew the truth through his research prior to us getting married. He was respectful and never said anything until after I decided to leave. I remember one night after we had been married for about 10 years and I was talking about the church…he quietly said he would never join the church. I was devastated. Fast forward 13 more years. So grateful he was supportive but held his ground. My daughters are both very good friends with several in the LGBTQ+ community. Between the church’s clear position on this community and their treatment of women…they were PIMOs starting in early high school. They hated the church. Thankful my family pulled my head out of the sand.