I had a friend who had a beautiful, vivacious, middle-aged mother. She was Greek in heritage, with dark hair and big dark eyes, aging very gracefully. She was full of life and joy, the kind who had the entire Greyhound bus load singing songs on her trip from San Diego to Andrews, Texas. She had been a pioneer, if I remember correctly, with an elder husband and wonderfully raised grown up kids and a couple of grandkids.
Darned if one day my friend didn't confess that her mother had been disfellowshipped. She explained that her mom had fallen in love with her lady Bible student and moved out of her home and into the student's home. Wow.
A cute story about my friend's mother. Back in the 1950s, she was pregnant. She was standing on a street corner in San Diego, when a car slowed down and a man said, "Awwww, I know what you've been doing!!!" My friend said her mother stood there and cried, she was so embarrassed. Remember, it was during the 1950s that Lucille Ball was not allowed to say she was pregnant on the I Love Lucy show.