Originally Posted by 2xy
I'm so tired of having to bite my tongue when people talk about their religious beliefs as though they were facts.
Ever notice that if you talk about your own beliefs in return, they take offense? It gets old. Don't freakin' go there if you don't want to hear anyone else's POV.
I hear you there. I was out with some girlfriends, and somehow we got onto the topic of religion; I tried to make it a vague unimportant part of the conversation. Most of the girls I hang out with know that I don't want to hear them talk about it, so we keep religion out of our friendship. This new girl was there, so she started badgering me about my religious past.
She wouldn't back down, and I finally had to start throwing heavy doctrine at her (She's a mormon convert). She kept coming at me like I had no idea what she was talking about, and for every point she had that was "good", I came back and told her some FACTUAL about her point. She looked rather shell-shocked, but I didn't want to discuss it, she refused to end the discussion, so I just laid it on.
Most of my friends know that I'm tolerant to a point, meaning, don't bring it up, I won't question you. But they'd never seen me lay into someone like that before. I won't stand for someone trying to tell me I'm wrong when I know, without a doubt that they are wrong.
I left the mormon church when I was 14, went back and forth for years, until I married my first husband, who was mormon. He was abusive, and used the priesthood as an excuse to beat me senseless. I struggled hard with the religion during this time, but somehow managed to make it to the temple with him despite all my issues doctrinally. I went to the temple every day for a month straight because I was told I would "get used to it". The day I finally walked out the temple and out of the church, I almost had a mental breakdown in the room with the prayer circle. Everything felt so wrong, and I promised myself, I'd never go back.
A week later, my husband and I separated. 4 months later we filed for divorce when I found out that he'd been cheating on me for over 8 months. I went to our then bishop to let him know I wanted out, where I told bluntly that if my husband had cheated on me and was beating me, I must be doing something very wrong.
I'm not sure I'm allowed to type the words I said to him that day, but needless to say, I've never been contacted, other then random house visits from the missionaries (though one was not random- someone sent them to us directly- I gave all my mormon friends a piece of my mind about this, and it's not happened again).
My journey to agnosticism/atheism has taken place over the last 5 years. It's interesting because I feel the most confident and secure in my decision and life then I have in years. I think this will be an ongoing journey for me for many years. The first part of my "journey" has been ridding myself of the backward belief system that was pounded into my brain for years. That's been the toughest part so far.