Thanks, but I’m not sending in a letter…I’ll wait for them to excommunicate me…

…it will make their rejection of me complete! I suspect it will never happen while my parents are living. Which, is fine by me.
Once in a while something arrives in the mail from “the ward”, and I get a kick out of them because they are letters addressing me like I was someone’s BFF. From people I’ve never met in my life, and I’m sure if I passed them while walking around our neighborhood, they wouldn’t give me the time of day.
I guess the most recent thing was last summer, I was out getting the mail, and this guy I’ve never met in my life walks up to me and says, “Are you Rebecca?” Yes, that’s me. “Hi, I’m your home teacher.” Oh my, it was all I could do to not bust out laughing. Acting all neighborly. I’ve lived here for over a decade and this guy introduces himself only because he’s assigned to. He asked if if he could come over just to chat once in a while, I said sure, thinking why not, he’s a neighbor. I never saw him again. Prior to that, no home teachers contacted us, so I’m thinking, this was spurred on by my parents.
VT tried once to bring me a plate of cookies for a birthday, years ago. I work full time and they kept coming over in the day, and then I am gone most nights with a full life of things to do and places to go, and so they didn’t find me home in the evenings. When she finally caught up to me, she scolded me for not being home to accept her cookies. Hello, I don’t know you and never asked you over, how about you call first?! I never saw them again either. I threw the cookies away after she left.
So, the Mormons leave me alone most of the time. Once or twice a year the missionaries show up, but I know for a fact that it is my parents working on my daughter…when I’ve already told them she isn’t interested. I can’t resign from my parents.