I’m convinced that this is the most difficult post I’ll ever write.

 

It will quite possibly also be the longest. As usual I am a wordy motherfucker so buckle up.

 

I have often used my posts for journaling and introspection and this one requires some additional background for most of you to understand and perhaps give me some actionable advice after you are done calling me a faggot.

 

That said, I’ll try to be as sparse as possible so if there is more that needs to be explained please ask.

 

Stats: 41 married 19 years, 4 kids, 5’11” 190 lbs, 12-13% bodyfat – bench 225, ohp 135, DL 325, SQ 275

 

MRP for 1.5 years

 

Dread Level 6-7 I am fit, attractive and well dressed.

 

And, if you didn’t already know… I’m a Mormon. Born and raised.

 

Yeah I wrote this shit : https://www.reddit.com/r/marriedredpill/comments/a3692n/a_note_for_the_latterday_saints_mormons_and/

 

Here’s my problem, and I’m going to offend all my fellow Mormon MRP brothers when I say this.

 

It’s bullshit.

 

Now two days ago I got to this point and had a whole cringeworthy, beta-as-fuck, bluepill DEER heavy victim puke all composed in my mind.

 

You see, my RP progress has been stalled. It was my own fucking fault.

 

What happened?

 

5-6 months ago, almost immediately after writing my dissertation on Mormons and the Red Pill, after duking it out in the responses with one notable prick who thought to enlighten me to all the faults of Mormonism, I went through a faith crisis of my own and realized a few major things.

 

Things that were parallels to the Red Pill and my experience with it. You see, I had discovered bits of the red pill a couple of years before finally swallowing the damn thing. I had spat it out as incompatible with my religion and being a good Christian/Mormon.

 

Once I realized that the red pill was my only path to self-actualization and that I couldn’t deny the truths of intersexual dynamics any longer I immediately set out to shoehorn the red pill into my life, and my religious upbringing/beliefs.

 

Hell, it worked at first. The LDS church talks a hell of a good game when it comes to traditional family values and often gets criticized by the feminists for being “patriarchal” etc.

 

Redpill fits even though most of the guys in the church are still blue pill plowhorses with their wives running the show from atop their marble pedestals.

 

I could be better. A warrior-priest. Faithful to his religion and to masculinity.

 

There is hope in the core doctrine… at least I believed that.

 

Since that time the LDS church has made a hard left and embraced more feminism, liberalism and blue pill positions and convinced me that they don’t really have men’s backs on anything at all. They just want to be popular, fit in and keep cashing the maximum number of donation checks.

 

10% of everyone’s income for life. I’ve willingly paid it since I was 8 years old. Hundreds of thousands of dollars over my lifetime.

 

Just like taking the red pill, there are a ton of things that had previously been red flags that I spat out and set aside in order to maintain my cognitive dissonance. Once I saw the cracks for what they are, I realized how little they had my back at all, changing teachings all over the place for better marketing optics, then gaslighting the rank and file that we have always believed certain things.

 

Things that we called anti-mormon lies a decade ago are now admitted because with the documentation readily available they can’t hide anymore.

 

In doing so, they made a liar out of me when I defended their positions and teachings on my two-year mission and in countless conversations.

 

I won’t get into the details here, but the LDS church has severe problems with honesty about its own past history, origins and beliefs. It is run as a corporation for maximum profit and the image is finely polished by lawyers and marketing firms. As times change, they triangulate like any good business to the most virtue signaling and profitable position.

 

If there was objective truth, that wouldn’t happen.

 

If there is a God, and I’m still willing agnostically to believe there is, I’m now convinced that he isn’t found in an organized church on the earth today, and there certainly doesn’t exist a man on earth who has the authority to dictate my behavior in His name.

 

Just like with redpill. I’m taking my balls back.

 

So why the stall in my progress?

 

Well, it’s taken a ton of time and research to process and figure this shit out. During that I’ve lost confidence in my worldview and frame.

 

Worse, my wife is still a true believer. Any criticism of the church results in fingers in the ears “la-la-la I can’t hear you” So I STFU and don’t bother DEERing

 

It’s patently obvious that I’m still a shit captain, because she is not following my leadership and doesn’t believe or respect a fucking thing I say. I’m the bad guy.

 

Mormonism is complicated, with a hierarchy of priesthood authority and an emphasis on couples who stay faithful together get to stay married forever after we die. Those who leave the faith are abandoning their family in eternity even if they want to maintain a relationship.

 

Apostates are ostracized, pitied, seen as lazy, deceived, sinners etc.

 

Once my retraction from the church goes public, the neighborhood gossip will immediately turn to the favorite cause du jour. “What’s wrong with him? Is he cheating on his wife? Is he addicted to porn? Does he gasp drink coffee or beer?”

 

My family will be a project for church leaders, and since I will have stepped away, a degree of my authority within the household will be cucked to local priesthood leaders as we will no longer have the blessings associated with having a “worthy” priesthood holder in the home. (as my priesthood will be null and void)

 

My wife will have the local bishop to turn to for moral support, and the moral high ground in bravely raising her children essentially as a single mother even though… I am right-fucking-here.

 

That’s the dynamic. It’s fucked. But it is what it is.

 

Coming forward to my wife about having questions has created a high degree of tension and dread, and not the good kind.

 

So why is this not more of a cry-fest victim puke? Because I fucking finally did what the sidebar tells me to do and took measures to make the stay plan the same as the go plan.

 

She threatened me with divorce being on the table if I choose to leave the church. I STFU and went on with my day. Next day I stopped being a pussy, called an attorney and sat down for a consultation to find out exactly how badly I am going to get raped if she follows through.

 

I had been purple pill justifying not doing this for ages.

 

Guess what? Aside from the fact that we would probably have to sell our house and destabilize the kids, financially I would likely be slightly BETTER OFF than I am now.

 

What’s more, I would have legally mandated half say in major decisions regarding my children’s healthcare, education, and religious instruction. That’s fucking easy mode compared to passing shit tests against the weight of her moral church high ground.

 

Major surprise to me and game changer. Now I have true outcome independence.

 

Time to weaponize that shit.

 

So I do my best to go Sun Tzu with it. “When you are weak- appear strong. When you are strong - appear weak”. Suddenly her shit tests are 100 times more hilarious. The fear is gone again and more than ever, I can truly give less fucks. I am less angry and more fun. But I take no shit.

 

Now maybe things will sink in and I’ll get the main event I deserve.

 

Here’s why.
I took a few notes during my meeting with the lawyer. Just basic stuff. Left them in my truck between the seat. Didn’t tell mommy I was doing it, didn’t leave them out as a covert contract threat for her to find and come running back, but didn’t give a fuck either. She almost never uses my truck and rarely rides in it.

 

Turns out we did have to swap vehicles and she decided to clean my truck for me. She read my notes and called me in tears.

 

I kicked ass and maintained frame to a higher degree than I have since my confidence got broken by my faith crisis.

 

Simply told her that I take threats seriously and educated myself. She is free to do what she likes. I don’t care if she chooses to stay in the church. I won’t be told what I have to believe, and I won’t be threatened. Ball is in her court. Ended the call and went back to work.

 

Her response to the dread so far has been underwhelming. She’s done her best to flip this into a lecture about how she can’t be with someone who is half in and half out of the marriage. Blah blah blah about how she is expected to change for me and be my whore and walk on eggshells or I will just leave.

 

I’ve chosen not to engage other than reminding her that she made the threat.

 

Unfortunately, AWALT revisionist history makes me the aggressor. No fucks given. Stop engaging and STFU.

 

In addition to being a shit captain it is obvious that I am still her beta provider, since all she has been doing is looking at second jobs. Its already about the $ and lifestyle loss for her.

 

My plan is to make my way forward in the way that I see fit and now free of having my life held hostage by her or any church.

 

If she wants to come along for the ride, she is free to do so. She still adds value for my kids and potentially for me, I still give 4.5 fucks. Half of one for her and one for each of my kids.

 

She has power over one-half fuck. She can take that away, but I won’t be zeroed out.

 

I am the prize.