A woman who thought she already was an ex-Mormon blogs about her efforts to officially leave the church.

Weird, I thought while laughing. I wonder how they found me...

But then, less than six months later, I received more LDS visitors. Again, they asked for me by name, again they introduced themselves, and again they noted that I hadn't attended church for a while. I said that I was not a practicing Mormon, and they left.

Years went by. I moved to different cities, got married, got divorced, moved again...

And they always found me. Within 2-3 months of moving to a new place, the Mormons would show up at my door.... With each visit, I always explained (while matching their politeness with my own), "I'm no longer a Mormon. I'm never going back to church. Sorry."

Then one night, I was visited by an evil being. Okay, she wasn't really evil. But she was certainly grumpy. It was the visiting teacher for my new neighborhood. Here we go again, I thought. I opened the door and politely gave my I'm-not-a-Mormon spiel.

"Yes, you are," she replied.

"Excuse me?"

"You were baptized, so you are still a Mormon."

"I'm not a Mormon if I stop practicing."

"You are in our records as being a member of the LDS church."

"That's ridiculous."

"Like it or not, you can't just quit."