I must honestly admit that I have never really liked the LDS church. And I have been avoiding the conversation where I spill it to my parents for quite a while now. But, about a week ago, I finally got up the courage to tell them. And, understandably, they got mad. But, by now, I'm a bit annoyed that they are still mad at me. I'm not calling them naive or brainwashed, or slamming their church in front of them. I'm actually being very professional about the whole situation. Not once have I raised my voice in return at them. I simply state to them that I am so happy that they are in a religion that they really believe in and gives them what they need in their lives. But this church isn't giving me that. It's giving me anger and pain. So, I'd like the opportunity to look at some other religions and see what they have to offer. But, of course, they get mad at me again. It just really ticks me off that I'm being super nice about this whole thing and making sure not to offend them, and all they do is try to force their religion on me even more. Which makes everything worse. They keep saying that I don't know the LDS church well enough. I've been in it all my life. If you are only counting since when I can remember, that's still over 10 years. I know it backwards and forwards. I know what I'm talking about when I say I don't like it. But they don't seem to get that. And so begins The Great Religious Debacle, which will tear at our family's relationships until my parents can be a little bit more open-minded and not so restricting. I'd best settle in, this could last a while.
~M.G.B.~
