When I first joined the LDS church in 1971 I could have had that perfect Mormon wedding.
The one where you found Mr. Right and got to marry in an LDS temple and live happily ever.
But life never turns out like the way we wish.
Some of our prince charmings are killed in war and never come back.
They die way before their time and never come back to take you to proms, to dances, or to even kiss you on the cheek.
You have to go to proms with absolute mental retards that leave you stranded at the prom.
When you do get married it's to someone who is mentally challenged.
This is where you stay on your honeymoon.
Your kids make big messes in the kitchen.
You get super fat.
Your husband yells at you to clean the house, even!
He tells you the house is a stinking mess!
You find yourself divorced and homeless and living on the street.
But somehow you keep dreaming maybe you will find him on the other side after all.
And he'll be your happily ever after!
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