This is a much shorter version of my story. I wasn't raised in a particularly religious home but my parents belonged to a Methodist Church when I was young. Later, I joined the Mormon church when I decided to ask my wife to marry me. I tried to fit into the Mormon religion and I did get suckered in although I never felt like I really belonged. Through the course of several events, I became disillusioned with Mormon church teaching and reevaluated it. Some of what I discovered was shocking. Somehow, my marriage stayed in tact even though I no longer considered myself Mormon and my wife did consider herself to be Mormon. I respected her decision and she respected mine. In early 2021, she passed away and I still miss her a great deal. I don't know what the future holds, but my journey could very well take me many more places.