If all dogs are mammals, then all mammals are dogs.
That makes sense, right?
A few months ago I met someone with similar logic. They said:
Every boy who plays video games gets addicted to pornography.
Their Bishop told them that every video gamer who comes into his office to repent, comes in for a pornography addiction. Thus, all video gaming boys get addicted to pornography. Now tell me if I'm wrong, but aren't most boys who are working with their Bishops today, working on pornography problems? It is a serious problem, running rampant in the world today. It is everywhere you look. You used to have to go to a store to buy it, but now all you have to do is grab the nearest device with internet. What about all of the boys who are playing video games who are not going to their Bishops, because they don't have a problem? It is perfectly possible to play video games without getting addicted to pornography.
When I was younger, a rebellious teenager, I made a lot of mistakes. One of which was starting to steady date much too soon. Ironically, just like my husband, my very first boyfriend's name was Matthew. He was an ROTC Army kind of kid who thought he was pretty cool. We were Freshman in high school, only barely fifteen and truly the definition of "young and stupid." Though we only dated for a little over a week before guilt got the best of me I like to look back and hope that I might have at least done a little bit of good in his life. I hope that I might have planted a tiny seed in his heart that the LDS Church is a wonderful thing to be a part of. I was by no means perfect and I hope he doesn't look back and think of ME as the epitome of what a Mormon is, but instead remember a small moment in which I did the right thing.
Matt and I started dating on May 1st of 2010. Our relationship was full of ups and downs with break-ups and getting back together sprinkled throughout.
In June of that year Matt graduated from high school and our summer began. We spent the majority of that summer getting to know each other better as we had hardly known each other at all when we first got together. Matt got to see just what an emotional roller coaster I really am and I got to see him handle it better than anyone I had ever met. It didn't phase him in the slightest. We talked about everything from past relationships, to family, to our childhoods. We went on adventures to Lagoon and took hikes through the paths above my neighborhood. By the end of that summer I really couldn't imagine Matt not being a part of my life.
I've decided to write down the story of how two people jumped into marriage feet first, ridiculously young by the world's standards, and survived the plunge.
I'd like to go back to before Matt and I met, back to a time when I was just barely starting to date boys, around the age of fifteen. I had had many crushes on boys before this, but I was raised in a very reasonable belief that it is best to wait to go on dates until you are at least sixteen. I managed to keep true to that until my fifteenth birthday when I decided that a boy I hardly knew was the most wonderful thing on earth. That lasted all of a week or so before I felt so guilty for breaking the rules that I dumped him. My family lived in Arizona at this time. I was born and raised there, hating every minute of it. Heat is not my thing. The summer after my Freshman year of high school, a few months after the first boyfriend, my father and I went up to Utah to visit my grandparents. It didn't take long staying there to see that they were in trouble. Both of them slept 18-20 hours a day and they ate nothing but simple salads all day long. My grandpa spoke often of suicide and overall the whole situation was a scary one to see.
It was after seeing all of this that my parents started talking to my grandpa about moving up to Utah to live with them. My grandpa said it was fine and honestly I was ecstatic. The idea of leaving the heat to live in a beautiful mountain range was wonderful.
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