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Ironic Day

So I have a fascination with polygamy. Not the I-want-to-join fascination but more of a train wreck I-can't-stop-staring fascination. It was really a problem when I lived in St. George, Utah when the plygs would come to town. My roommates would have to hit me on the arm and lead me away.

I don't know why, either.

There's a new book out that I have been dying to get my hands on called "Hidden Wives." It's a work of non-fiction but based on real experiences by women who have left polygamy. As I was leaving my house to go to work today, I checked the mailbox and found it had arrived.  I grabbed it and hoped I'd have some down-time to start reading it.

My Texas colleague has a son who married a girl whose parents have gone totally wacky. They've shored up their resources and bought food for a couple of years and firearms. They are currently holed up in a little town in Utah and we were discussing the possibility that they've gone fundamental when we were rudely interrupted by having to work.

My victims came into my office and I started the registration process. It was a father and his 16 year old daughter who needed to register for school. Did they have a transcript from her last school? No. Okay, I'll request it. Where did she go to school? She was homeschooled and then attended a southern Utah school. Do they have a copy of her immunizations? No, she has exemptions. I glanced at the mother's name and noted it was different from the father's name. I'm going to need proof of guardianship, does he have a copy of the divorce decree? He stuttered a little and finally said that no, they are still together.

Minus the gingham dress, long braid (on her) and the plaid shirt with a string tie and Wranglers, I had a classic polygamist in my office.

I am such an idiot. It just occurred to me (right this second) that he may not be her father, after all.

Ew.

Comments

  1. I had to read that twice to get the "Ew" at the end, but now, EW!!!! I got the "victims" the first time though!

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  2. Would it surprise you much to know that I knew real life polygamists? It's true. So not my cup of tea....unless I had two husbands....hmmm, now that has possibilities!

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  3. It NEVER is two husbands, is it? Had a short fantasy of TWO men doing my bidding...it's over now.

    Besides, I prefer one partner/victim at a time, it allows me to specialize.

    I remember seeing the polygamist family on 20/20 a long time ago, and wondered what Kool-Aid those young wives were drinking...

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  4. Ewwww indeed. I have to wonder what makes a woman think it's a good idea to share a husband.

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  5. I have never understood myself either. And the more I read or see about it, the more disgusted I get.

    I guess to each his own, but leave the young girls ALONE. If a woman over the age of 21 wants to do that, fine, but leave the babies alone. And unfortunately, they don't.

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  6. oh that is an eeewww.

    I've never seen such a thing but I would stare too if I did :)

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  7. We don't get many polygamists on the east coast. It's so far removed from my everyday that it still catches me by suprise that it exists!

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  8. I can't even stand the thought, it's so degrading, disgusting and downright just.. I don't know. I can't think about it. It's just so wrong, it would make me feel so unloved.

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