Stories

Mary

So here is the story of how I left The Mennonite Colony in Mexico

So I grew up in Chihuahua, Mexico. There’s so many Mennonite colonies in Mexico. and ours was called “Old Colony Mennonites” basically the oldest order since Menno Simons created the group back in the 1500’s. Anyways, growing up, we were always taught to read and write in high German in school (we speak low German) and the school was based off only reading the Bible. but we weren’t allowed to understand or know what was actually in the bible. At 15, embarrassing to say, but got pregnant. and Mennonite rules are, “cant have a baby out of wedlock” and this was with a guy I knew nothing about. so I was forced to get married at 16, and before you get married, you have to get “baptized into the colony” (again, in high German. so we had no clue what was being promised or said).
so I got baptized, married and life seemed whatever for awhile.
In 2011, when I was pregnant with my 3rd, my then husband went to work (up to a week at a time), and I went for a walk with my 2 kids. and we passed this Christian store, and I was able to read and understand some English. so I decided to see what was in it. my mind was blown, I didn’t know there were stories in there. I thought it was a rule book. and the owner sees me reading, and asks why I just don’t buy it. I had to explain I was a Mennonite wife, so no money, and wasn’t even supposed to know what was in there. So he bought it for me, sweet soul. I took it home and hid it in my mattress.
They did eventually find out I had the bible, but I had read enough to know what the Mennonites taught was wrong. Got in trouble and they took it away. That’s when I started planning my escape. took me till 2014 to actually escape. I had to convince my husband to go to Canada, because they have laws here, in Mexico they’d put me in “Mennonite rehab” for 3 months, it’s basically a torture place, I told him” were gonna have 4 kids, Canada is a better option”, it worked, we came here. Told him I wanna get a job to help support the kids, he said yes. but I told the owner at the time to keep half my paycheck so that when I leave, I had enough to help me at first. he did. then about 6 months after, I left. it was horrible, the colony men, the cops, my family, it was way too much. and me, I’m a quiet loving, forgiving person. it took so so much not to just go back. I lost everything. and was now living in an English world, barely speak English, kids didn’t speak English at all. wow. I still don’t know how I got through all that. God was there every step.
Now, 5 years later, I Got my GED, went to massage school, kids speak better English than me, doing great! And I just opened up my own little business in January. It was a tough 10 years, a long time to get where I am. But the journey, is amazing!