She and dad were pregnant with me when they got married and I have never heard the end of how terrible her life is. I grew up thinking that everything was my fault and felt so terrible about me, thanks to mother.
Personally, finding herself in this small Utah community was probably better for her than anything else. Dad has taken good care of her even through all of her complaining. I do not know how he can put up with her like he does but he stands by her side through all of her weirdness. The image she has put out to the community and church attenders, is completely different than how she is at home. She plays the middleman with each of my brothers and I and our Dad. Of course none of us get along but she is the center of all of the attention.
Mother knows how to play the Violin, something she never had time to teach me. I guess her musical ability has been something she has been looked upon by the town as High Class. When it comes to family skills, the woman is out for herself and her misery. Sad part is that I spent most of my life feeling sorry for her. I don't anymore for I know she is a sick woman.
Talk about forgiveness...I have no problem forgiving...with her it is something I do each time I am near her for she has something rude or dishhonest to say each and everytime.
She has taught me that I do not want to be like her.
This letter isn't any different than you may read in any town anywhere in America - No one is perfect not even Mormons.
And he said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God
That is so sad. And you are right, no one is good but God.
A long term friend of mine, LDS, appeared like the perfect family man. After I joined he started bad mouthing his wife to me and I believed him at first, felt sorry for him. Then I saw how he treated her, like she was his property. The last couple of times we have seen each other, we have had heated words b/c I jump to her defense. Poor woman doesn’t even realize she can/should stand up for herself.