Friday night and I was alone but in
the spirit of changing my life for the better I grabbed my guitar and headed to
an Open mic night. When I got there the
crowed was a healthy mix of 40 something’s and swamp people. I quickly got a “Text” and ran! Down the
street was the bar where I lost my GINity(get it;) I sat down alone trying not to feel out of
place. Sexy Jake was working. He was the
one who fix me my first drink. He got me
a glass of white wine. I just sat there at
the bar alone lapping up the drink slowly; thinking about how much life sucks
right now. Jake my bartender/therapist
or bartenapist noticed my obvious forlorn demeanor. As he was cleaning glasses and taking orders
he yelled to me, “How’s the church thing was going?”
“Terrible,” I yelled “I don’t fit in
your world! I don’t get it.” Then I told him about a guy I kind of liked. A really cool guy. I wanted to date but thing were moving faster than
I was used too. “It was only the third
date and I just couldn’t make out with him that fast. Pulse I don’t know where it would take us or
what it means. Now he barley text me at
all. I don’t get it Jake. I don’t know
if I can make the transition out.”
Jake served the last shot to what
looked like a 21 year olds birthday party and then leaned over the counter, “You got to stop thinking you are so different
from everyone else. You are not! Yes, your
experience growing up was different”
“Yeah different as in I know nothing.
” I said
“Different but that is who you are. He knows your situation and if he can’t
handle it..meh. You can only be you.” He said
“But it’s hard. Maybe I should just go back to being a Mormon.”
I said
“Look! you will be miserable if you
go back, you will be miserable leaving.
But you have to do what is right for you. You can’t just drown yourself in despair. You’re a big girl so take care of yourself. Oh,
go easy on the wine tiger”
He was absolutely right. If anyone thinks I’m leaving the church
because I WANT to live in the worldly world, they are WRONG. I’m afraid of these people! But I have to
leave. I know in my heart that I don’t
believe the teachings of Joseph Smith. I can’t raise my daughters in a church where marriage
is her ultimate goal. I can’t raise my
sons in a church that will expect him to spend two years on a mission. I can’t
go back to church and pretended. It would do no good. Looks like I better learn how to swim.
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