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That Time My Husband & I Almost Joined Scientology
In the summer of 2009, my husband (now ex) and I took a trip to New York City. It was, for the most part, amazing! We stayed in a small studio apartment on West 46th and 9th and were a short walk to everything, Broadway, Times Square, great shopping, and even better dining.
Oh, and also, we were really close to the Church of Scientology’s, what, church (?) near Times Square.
That didn’t interest me at all, not even a little bit. But, it was of great interest to my ex-husband! A little background might explain why.
My ex was a man of less than ample stature. He claimed to be 5'8" (he probably still does). He’s more like 5'6". I’m 5'5" and we were almost eye-to-eye.
His height bothered him his entire life. He was always trying to find ways to compensate for it, to make himself look and feel big. He wanted more than anything to have everything everyone else wanted. He wanted everyone to envy him. Hot wife, flashy car, fancy everything — that’s what he craved. And he was certain Scientology could get it for him.
Why? Well, because of Tom Cruise of course. He was a short guy that made good. He made it big. He had everything my ex wanted. If Scientology was good enough for Mr. Cruise…
