And I should not have to keep reminding myself of that. I should not and will not agree that verbal and psychological abuse is something I should tolerate in the name of bridge-building. I do not need to listen to assumptions made about my alleged poor character.
Just because I have left the church, it is not — I repeat NOT — to be assumed that I must naturally be doing all of the following:
- Spending each night in a bar to become inebriated and then find a pack of syphilis-infested leather-clad biker lesbians to take home for a meth-fueled orgy which will be streamed live on the internet
- Devising ways to infect younger relatives with my apostate ways and drag them away from the church
- Encouraging said younger relatives to inject a concoction of whisky and crack cocaine directly into their veins whilst getting a tattoo of Jesus holding up a middle finger to the cross
- Consulting with a doctor to see what I can do to allow my vagina to handle as many sexual liasons as possible per day
- Scheduling a regular monthly abortion
- Ridding my wardrobe of anything that isn’t a miniskirt or a Wonderbra
- Praying to God just to let him know all the naughty things I’m up to and then tell him to sod off when I get to the bit where I’m supposed to say I’m sorry
And so on.
I know that the people in my life who have revealed that their love for me is very, very conditional are just following their programming and are not putting any thought into their reactions at all. Which is why they are utterly unable to see me as I am and instead see the snarling, monstrous stock character they are taught to see when they think of the word “apostate”.
But just for the edification of the web, my entertainments of the previous weekend did consist of the following:
- Steam cleaning the carpets
- Admiring said carpets for their renewed softness and dirt-free state
- Rewarding myself for a job well done with a nice cup of camomile tea and an afternoon of crocheting
Get over yourselves,
Morons Mormons. Quit projecting your fantasies about the fun you aren’t having onto people like me. We’ve been through enough.