Too much to do. Too much to eat. Too much money spent. I think I've realized two things that trigger my bad mood this time of year. Tithing settlement and family temple trips.
Long ago I decided I would not abandon my family and hold my head high out of principle and show a united front even if I didn't pay. We went in as a family and we walked out as a family. I left the scheduling of this completely unnecessary meeting up to the full tithe payer in the family. This year we skipped it due to what I thought was a busy schedule and an overlooked scheduling conflict. I was wrong. It turns out the wife didn't want to go and have to declare herself as the only full tithe payer in the household. The kids have been giving her grief about tithing being a waste so she left it up to them. The coin jars are still full. While this should feel like a win, it really sucks as she is distraught over it.
The second trigger of my holiday foul mood was the impromptu temple session where 7 of 8 adults went for a morning session. Yup, I was the odd man out and it crushed Sister Ryder's soul. This isnt the first time and probably won't be the last time she's had to go at it alone like a single diseased temple leper. It hurts. I know it hurts her but there's nothing I can do to make it better. I can't blame the church. I can't blame the family. I can't blame her for wanting me there sitting across the aisle from her with all the dudes in funny hats. I can only blame myself for having the curiosity to ask if Mormonism is true and step off the correlated narrative to follow the real un-whitewashed history. It sucks letting go of your beliefs and watching your eternal spouse suffer the consequences and become collateral damage to the mormon machine. I've become a broken cog in the production wheel. She's become the backup cog now forced to take on a role in the mormon machine designed for man by men. Raise the kids in righteousness. Make sure they get married in the temple. Make sure they don't fall to the wayside while I wonder lost in my way. She suffers the social misfortune of being married to an unworthy temple recommendless monster who hates baby Jesus. Or at least hates dressing up in temple clothes to worship in his house!
I really hate what this has done to my mormon marriage. We can't question. We can't win. We can't even compete. The mormon machine is too strong. So you win again mormon machine! You win!
