You did just fine. Here’s the thing. I was a member all my life. A faithful member by most Mormon standards. I did all the things good Mormon boys do. I was an Eagle Scout, served a mission, graduated from BYU, married in the Salt Lake City Temple, raised children to be good Mormons, worthily served in many callings. I used to seek out people who spoke against the Mormon faith and voraciously defended the Mormon church. I would go to the Easter pageant in Mesa, Arizona and not even see the pageant, but instead, stand outside of the gates and argue with the anti-Mormons. I did the same at the pageant in Manti, Utah. I was a pretty good defender of the faith. But I always knew inside that I was defending the indefensible. I always had that secret ache inside of me. Lots of Mormons do. Gazelem is probably one of them, for all we know. But don’t expect him to admit it. He knows in his heart the lies that I’m talking about. If he wants to try to gaslight me, it’s fine, but I’m not falling for it. I know the truth. I think he knows the truth. The easy path is to stay safely in the Mormon flock and not stray. The honorable and more difficult thing is to follow the light. It took me far too many years to muster up the strength that I should have had all along. I’m ashamed of myself for the years I spent knowing that I was living a lie. I’m not a model of a person by any stretch. I’m still stumbling around, not always doing my best, but trying. At least I worship a God who I know loves me and whose only begotten Son has paid for my sins. Unlike the Mormon God who is harsh and only accepts perfection.