Hi friends and welcome to not so Molly Mormon podcast minisodes. Today I have an anonymous email for you.

Oh, the stories I could tell.

I was born and raised Mormon in the Utah of Canada.

My husband and I got married in the temple right out of high school.

I was 19 and he was 18.

We were okay Mormons until we moved back to hometown and then shit hit the fan,

specifically the 2015 policy on LGBTQ children in the church. We stopped going to church

in early 2015 and had our names taken off the records in 2018, and we still live in downtown Mormonville, but are thriving.

Anyways, the story I want to tell you, we shouldn't have been married in the temple.

We never had sex, but we basically did everything else, teehe, oral, and hand jobs,

and he used to sneak into my house with all my roommates and sleep in my bed.

When we went to get our temple recommends, basically because we didn't really know how to go about planning a wedding outside of the temple,

and my parents were planning it anyway. My husband went into the

state president first, but he came out less than five minutes later, and then I was called in.

I thought it was going to be a breeze, but the state president stared into my soul and said,

he believed I wasn't worthy. He said my fiance had refused to say anything, but he, the

stake president, was positive. I wasn't worthy to go into the temple. I refused to admit my guilt,

so eventually he called my fiance back in, asked us both again if I was worthy to go to the temple.

We both 100% thought the gig was up, but we just bold-faced lied, and we said, yes.

And he finally signed the recommends, but to me, my fiance he said god knows that you aren't worthy

but it has been shown to me that you can become worthy with the help of a priested holder

also known as my fiancé.

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