I'm Emily, formerly "menemni". I was born into the church. I've been officially out since 2003 (wow!). I don't have a dramatic story. The only thing that kept me from fully disbelieving was my belief in Jesus. So I nixed that, after some thought and research. Now I don't believe in much of anything, except a mumbo-jumbo of beliefs from here and there. And that's okay with me.
My family's reaction to my leaving was pretty harsh, but they've come around... even my one brother who didn't talk to me for 2 years has reconciled with me. It's nice. I still get invited to church sometimes, and I always politely decline. I know it's just a knee-jerk reaction my family has... that ritual of: "Oh, while you're in town, you can come to church with us if you'd like." Eh... no.
I recently went to a mormon pool party, thrown by some "young" moms (I was still the youngest one there) in the AG1 ward. It was a bit weird, but we had people (and kid-stuff) in common, so it wasn't too bad. As I was leaving, the hostess was like: "So, we'll see you at church on sunday?" I fumbled around for an answer because I genuinely liked some of the ladies there. I think I said something along the lines of... "no." Oh well. I haven't been invited to another gathering since. I'm thinking inquiries were made, and I was busted.
It's sad, but I still have 2 best friend who aren't mormons, our kids get along great, and they don't mind if I smoke in their (respective) backyards. :)
Plus, one of my friends has about 10 bottles of Johnnie Walker BLUE label (the one that sells for $165 at Costco), and doesn't mind sharing. *g*
Yeah, so, now that I don't care too much about being shunned by mormons, there's no family drama, and that part of my life is so far behind me, I'm one of those boring exmormons who just doesn't give a rat's arse. :)