The middle pics are probably the most telling.

I would have two sets of before and after. The first set wouldn't even begin to tell the story. I left, but didn't know the truth about mormonism. It was the 70's. No internet. The local library didn't have a single book about the mormon religion, not even the BoM.

I went back in my 30's. New marriage, young kids, back East. Whole different picture. 20 years later husband, myself, and 2 adult kids all found the truth and left.

So, pic. 1 I would be 21 and single. I was thin, young and beautiful. Long dark hair to my waist. Determined to figure this all out.

Pic. 2 I would be 55 not quite as thin, young, but still beautiful(because I always will be). I have short white spiky hair. I finally figured all that mormon trash out. I'm at peace with that and a lot of other things.

Life doesn't stop until it does though. Now I have other things to deal with. Things that are mostly out of my control. Just a part of getting older. I'm lucky I have my kids and my husband to help me cope with it all. There's no mormon church with their false hope and guilt trips. No mormon church playing the middle man in the middle of my business, family, and life. I do NOT miss all of the assigned middle men knocking on the door, dropping by and snooping in things that are none of their damn business. Middle men playing judge and jury in things they know nothing about.

None of those busy bodies will be at my funeral either. No middle men deciding who can say what at my memorial. No middle men who don't even know me or anyone in my family. None of that.

In the end, its all about getting rid of the middle men that demand your money, sabotage your family, and steal anything and everything they can from you.

So glad I got rid of them.