In case you need a good read, Maren Stephenson has a wonderful story at Alternet.
The short version: She and her husband were Mormons. He lost his faith. Conflict, conflict, tension, tension. Resolution.
A couple of excerpts:
We rarely talked about religion, yet it consumed us. When Sean replaced his temple garments — the sacred underwear he’d promised to wear day and night — with boxers, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much betrayal. I called up a neighbor with a husband like mine and cried. But instead of empathy, she offered questions that stunned me into silence. Was Sean addicted to pornography? Watching R-rated movies? What sin had brought him to this terrible place?
This started my brain twitching. I knew Sean was still a good person, that he still maintained the same moral standards he had when he married me. The Church was wrong about him. What else might they be wrong about? I shoved the thought away.
It’s really a lovely piece — with a happy ending!
Equally interesting was Jamie Huston‘s rebuttal to it, from a Mormon perspective.
(Thanks to Luther for the link!)