I broke up with the Mormon church years and years ago. There are many reasons, but that’s another post for another day. Let’s keep this post light, shall we?
I never paid tithing so I wasn’t missed. Missionaries have dropped by my apartment on numerous occasions and I’ve always politely told them I’m uninterested. Since I haven’t officially broken up with the Mormons I’m still a member of a ward. A ward that I’ve never been to, and never will. I even have a visiting teacher… I’ve only met her once and I told her I wasn’t interested in having a visiting teacher. I felt horrible saying it because she was this sweet older woman, but I really, REALLY didn’t want a monthly guilt trip–I have a mom for that.
That didn’t stop her. Once a month she leaves me a treat outside my door. Obviously I can’t say no to baked goods, have you seen the size of my ass? This month’s treat was pumpkin/chocolate chip goodness. It was delicious and the closest I’ve come to seeing God in a very long time, which proves I need a boyfriend.