I know that sounds a bit too gleeful, and I suppose it is in some ways. We’ve had live in LDS Missionaries on and off (usually on) for something like four or more months and if I were to be entirely honest? I was counting the days until they moved out.
For those of you who don’t know, and Thor knows if you know me you already know this because I have a big mouth, the Missionaries were staying with us to avoid living in their tiny apartment while they waited for our Carriage House to Apartment project to be completed. From what I understand Mom and her Hubbs had gotten permission from either the stake or the mission leaders to do this and they sunk more than a few thousand into the project, then were told at the last minute that it was decided that the missionaries would stay elsewhere. That sucks an all-beef or two as it is, but then some big wicked fight broke out between the local branch of the LDS church and Mom/Hubbs, and the Missionaries are in the middle of it. And everyone is throwing their hands up as if they don’t know how it happened. Retarded.
I’ve said for years that I like Mormons. I don’t have any problem with them, their religion, etc. and I think by and large they’re good people. No more. I’m done with Mormons. I don’t want to talk to them, no new Missionaries, no fellowshipping. Fuck no. I don’t even want them in my house and if they so much as drive down my street I’ll feel the urge to kill, lol.
They’ve put us through so much from day one, and from day one Yvonne and I always had their back. People would tell us here that they learned in church that Latter Day Saints are a cult, and we’d try to educate them about it using what little we know. My mom would yell at them about religion and we’d say, “Calm down, for shit’s sake it’s not that big a deal.” — of course, she never did calm down. But when someone would say something nasty or untrue about Mormons in general, we would always set them straight and now I feel so stupid for that. Because of the many times they’ve ruined a little of my life, from spreading dangerous rumors to pushing my sister and I around and treating us like garbage. All of this done without any provocation.
I provoke the hell out of people now, it’s fun for me. But when I was expected to go to church and be a good little Mormon I didn’t even swear. There was a time, a mythical time, long ago and far away when I was a very good Christian, even if I didn’t believe or agree with it. Maybe they made my life hell because my mother is who she is, I don’t know, lol.
But it’s over, thank the thundering Gods, and I don’t have to deal with it anymore. But our Missionaries came to their last dinner with us last night, and it was nice to see them even after all that bull shit. I’m going to miss them both, I wish them well in their new areas and hope for the best with their new companions.