Beautiful.

So much indoctrination. I’m also Gen X and I had a fit when my teen started seminary and I saw how different it was and that they were barely learning actual scriptures at all like we did. It was straight indoctrination and I had to do so much damage control. We were out a year later.

I have qualms with all missions. 😂 I completely agree with you though. 18 is too young. I have a 19 year old, and he’s very much still a teen. I’m so glad we left before we had to send him away from home before he was ready.

I’m always astounded at how many of them there are and that they all managed to find each other.

Looks like a lamby arm. This feels normal. 😆

Don’t worry. We Minnesotans are smarter than this.

Same, friend. It’s hard. They’re so afraid of us.

So much ick. No way he didn’t know.

Box checking. So insulting.

Ugh. It’s hard to leave when you’re surrounded (We moved to a culdesac with two other member families right before we left. They pretend we don’t exist now. It’s awkward).

Ugh. Yeah, my father assumed that the reason we hadn’t spoken to him for years was because we were “embarrassed that we had left the church.” Uh, no. It was because his wife disowned us for not voting for the orange Mussolini and forgot to tell him apparently. 🙄

🤞🏻

Don’t meet, whatever you do. It’s an attempt to tell you that you’re wrong about everything and they have all the answers. I’m a young Gen X and my husband is an older millennial, so we kind of count? 😂 Anyway, make the break. Come to the dark side and have some cookies. 😂 (It’s better over here)

I’ve read them out loud to my husband almost every morning since 2020. They keep us sane (ish).

It makes me furious.

👀 👀 👀 (Also I have qualms with the author claiming it was a “genius move” to lower the female missionary age. I’ve made my feelings clear about this recently, but to recap- ugh. More women without college educations. Straight from parents to missions to marriages to babies. No degrees necessary)

I said Wingdings as well. It’s the only font that captures this level of absurdity.

I can not. Too many things to say. Where to even begin? I can’t. May self-destruct. Ugh. Migraine ensues. So. Much. Grift.