Hi Rebecca,
Oh, I’ve seen it happen. I know how devastating it is to the person it happens too. Perhaps I expressed myself poorly.
What I was trying to express was that while in the midst of the Mormon social milieu, a person can easily come to believe that it is real, that these people are truly friends. The people that I have known that were in that situation, and later left the church, were at first devastated to realize that the friends they thought they had were an illusion. They only found peace when they came to realize that those people never were friends in the first place and that they hadn’t really “lost” anything if they never had it to begin with.
I knew what you were saying, but I don’t agree. Of course the friendships were real, and they were lost. I think people decide to believe they weren’t real, because to believe the reality is hard. To even wrap your mind around it. Especially when the relationships are your own immediate family.
I want to believe that yes, I really was loved. If I don’t believe that, then I have to believe that my family faked their love for me, for years, if not decades. To believe that I was not loved, for my entire childhood is a devastating proposition.
Or, I can believe that love existed, and was conditional. Based on how good or pleasing I am to my family. For some of my family, yes, this is the reality. For others, I know they are disappointed in my lack of belief in their faith, and they pray for me, but they have never stopped loving me.
And then you get the totally weird moments that you don’t know what to do with. Like, your father telling you that your sin for not raising you daughter as lds is something to be seriously considered. Or, the same man telling you that no, your brother doesn’t really love his wife, because if he did, he would have married in a mormon temple. These sort of comments, I don’t know what to do with. On the one hand, I think they say, “I love you when you do like I believe”. On the other, I love my dad, and want to believe he didn’t really mean what he said. And I want to believe that he loves me, still. I think he does. He says he does.
At one point in my life, a good friend told me that I had made myself immune to love, so that these sort of things didn’t have to hurt me. I think this is what you are saying, when you say that people’s love or friendship wasn’t really there. Make yourself immune to that love that existed, because to believe that it was real, is going to hurt like hell.
I stopped trying to make myself immune to love, and there are times that it hurts like hell. But it is better than being emotionally numb and seeing a part of your life, that was very real, as not real.
All in all the whole thing is fubar’d.