I only attend SM to keep peace in my family and to provide support for the kids. They want me there at that one meeting, if no other. But the stress has been getting to me so much that the psychiatrist told me to take another medicine to help me deal with the anxiety of the bulls.hit correlation I have to hear.
So this past Sunday, the first speaker was a youth. My DS leaned over to me and whispered how it was so funny this kid has just turned 12 and is already talking in SM when he's a teacher and yet has never been asked to talk. Well, hell, both he and his dad REFUSE to wear white shirts to every single meeting, good for them.
I wasn't surprised by his observation.
But then the meeting descended into the Twilight Zone when the second speaker got to the podium. Perfect Molly Mormon in every way. She started off abourt how she was trying to be perfect in every way, but still needed guidance on how to be a better mom. Yea, guilt tripping herself to hell. Then she waid the bishop just happened to call her two weeks ago to give a talk about "Mothers Who Know . . . ."
Alarm bells rang masively in my head. OMFG, THAT TALK?
Smiling, this little Molly MKormon, whose husband is in the bishopric, cheerily announced, "Yes, I'm giving a rehash about this great talk by Julie Beck--"
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT! My head started spinning, my stomach wanted to heave, I started seeing red and felt pure rage. I had to get OUT and FAST. Therefore, I proceeded to vote with my feet AND I LEFT THAT DAMN MEETING. I had to retreat to the very back of the building into an empty SS classroom to stop myself from shaking and settling down.
Thank goodness, I was chatting with my TBM DH on IM. he was very supportive and understanding of my need to leave the room. After I settled down and the intermediate hymn was sung, I went back to my seat. My son chuckled and said he didn't blame me for leaving.
Yea, real nice Sunday--NOT!