For only the third time, last night I "came out" about my disaffection for mormonism to a friend. There are several friends that I intentionally avoid telling, for various reasons. I've found that I only tell the ones I trust explicitly.
The friend I told last night I've known since I've had the ability to know. I mean, I was just out of diapers when we started playing together. My early childhood memories almost ALL have her in them in some capacity. When our group of friends sees each other now, we can laugh for hours at the nonsense and havoc we created.
But last night we didn't reminisce much about the old days. Mostly we talked of our own self-discoveries, life, family, and relationships. It was such a grown-up conversation! :) I'm glad that we were able to get to know each other a little better and that we both have a solid interest in the others' peace of mind.