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When my family moved from Midvale, Utah to Idaho Falls, I got an apartment with my girlfriends.  I was working at Sweets Candy Co.  I had a boyfriend, David, who I was planning to marry in the temple.

My roomates didn't share my religious beliefs and made fun of me for wanting to go to church.  We moved into an apartment in the Avenues of Salt Lake City, just because we wanted a bigger place.  David and I had put off the wedding.

I wanted to go to church, but I didn't know what ward I was in or even where the church house was.  Every Sunday morning, I would put on my dress and go looking for the ward house.  I never found it.  My roomate, Helene thought that was really funny.

Though I didn't attend church, I still had a testimony and continued to pray.  I didn't want my roomates to catch me praying, because they didn't have reverence for religious things.  I prayed in the bathroom, thinking I wouldn't be disturbed in there.

My relationship with David was getting stressful.  It became apparent that he had no respect for me and had no intentions of marrying me.  It was a difficult situation for both of us.  I did a lot of praying in the bathroom.

On night when I was in the bathroom praying,  Helene started pounding on the door, saying "What are you doing in there?"  Helene could be rude.

We decided to move out.  Helene went to her mothers.  My other two roomates went to live with their boyfriends.  I went to live with my aunt and uncle, Maxine and Royal.  I didn't go back to church until I moved to California with my parents.