A woman who thought she already was an ex-Mormon blogs about her efforts to officially leave the church.
Just after my 18th birthday, five hundred miles away from home, I received my first post-Utah, LDS-visitor. The young men asked for me by name, then politely introduced themselves to me. They noted that I hadn't attended church for a while, and wondered if I had any questions for them. I explained that I was no longer a practicing Mormon. They were taken aback, but remained nice as can be and eventually left.
Weird, I thought while laughing. I wonder how they found me...
But then, less than six months later, I received more LDS visitors. Again, they asked for me by name, again they introduced themselves, and again they noted that I hadn't attended church for a while. I said that I was not a practicing Mormon, and they left.
Years went by. I moved to different cities, got married, got divorced, moved again...
And they always found me. Within 2-3 months of moving to a new place, the Mormons would show up at my door.... With each visit, I always explained (while matching their politeness with my own), "I'm no longer a Mormon. I'm never going back to church. Sorry."
Then one night, I was visited by an evil being. Okay, she wasn't really evil. But she was certainly grumpy. It was the visiting teacher for my new neighborhood. Here we go again, I thought. I opened the door and politely gave my I'm-not-a-Mormon spiel.
"Yes, you are," she replied.
"You were baptized, so you are still a Mormon."
"I'm not a Mormon if I stop practicing."
"You are in our records as being a member of the LDS church."
"Like it or not, you can't just quit."
There are just two posts so far. Hopefully updates are coming soon. The blog is here.