Converts Rationale

The next few years with Convert were the worst ones in our marriage. I had high hopes of a 'normal' marriage. I couldn't really see what was down the road for me, and the kids, for that matter. I spent a good couple of years, or so, obeying my husband. The relationship with him became extremely confusing and exhausting. His behavior towards me became intolerable. He was gone almost all of the time. He brought pornographic material into the house, and he became obsessed with sex. He brought home several hand guns. He brought his mother down to GA and got her a place across the street from our family. He went to bars and would give me reasons why he couldn't come home at night. He'd give excuses like, "I was too tired to drive, so I slept in the car in a parking lot". I couldn't prove his unfaithfulness, but I had my suspicions.
Convert started his own business, and I quit work to help him out. I worked long, hard hours training employees, cleaning, driving, and getting supplies. I spent most of the time away from home. I didn't want to. I wasn't getting paid to work for him. I worked seven days a week, and approximately ten to twelve hours a day. Every time I wanted to have a day off, Convert would give me an extensive lecture about why I needed to continue working. He'd give me his rationale of how he worked during the day, getting the contracts, and I did the training at night. (I had to work for an hour, or so, at lunch time as well.) Once in awhile, I was able to take one of the kids with me to keep me company while I was working.
By this time, the days became like nights and the nights like days. I would get about an hour of sleep a day . I didn't have much contact with my kids, and by this time, I was smoking over two packs of cigarettes a day and drinking a lot of coffee. These two vices are taboo in the church. I slowed down in my attendance in church for a short time. It wasn't long before I quit all together. I hardly had anymore strength to give. My mind, body, and spirit were suffering, all for the sake of making Convert happy with me.
I was cleaning house one day, and I decided to clean out my top dresser drawer. I found an opened envelope way in the back of the drawer. I pulled it out from under my clothes and looked at the front of the envelope. The letter inside was addressed to me. The return address was from, "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints". Puzzled, I pulled the piece of white paper out of the envelope. I read the letter, and then I read it again. I read it over and over and over. I was numb. I had been excommunicated from the church! How could this be? What did I do to them? I didn't understand. I called my visiting teacher, she wouldn't talk to me. I called my home teacher, he wouldn't talk to me. I called the bishop, and he wouldn't talk to me!
I confronted Convert, and he said that he had excommunicated me from the church, because "I was no longer a worthy member, and I need to be punished". I had lost the very thing that I treasured, my ability to go to heaven and be with God. I thought, "What did I do to make God hate me so?" I also thought, "God, I stuck by my husband and your 'Holy Priesthood', I know I didn't handle the stress too well.... but does that give Convert the authority to kick me out of heaven before I even have a chance to get there?"...........