For many years I was having a problem rationalizing my membership in the church. I read the history of the church and the current church had many contradictions to what it has started as. The end came when our bishop stood at the stand and read a letter from the quorum of the twelve advising (instructing) us how to vote in an upcoming election. This wasn't the first time this had happened by any means; we've all heard the stories of the old political fight to save block voting way back when. For some reason, this one Sunday, I had enough. I stood up, gathered my family and left the meeting house, never to return. Since that day, I've (we've) been inundated by constant calls and visits by everyone from missionaries to the bishop himself, but my mind was made up. Contrary to normal Mormon custom, I let my wife and children decide their future with the church on their own. At first, my wife went to an occasional relief society meeting, but after a while she couldn't stand the constant questions about our family's inactivity, and she quit as well
As far as I'm concerned, when Joseph and Hiram died, they took the church with them!