My PB said that in this life I will not have any children , yet I will be a mother to many . I legit cried afterwards . I was the best little convert ever and wanted to have 7 kids . My PB got me so depressed that when my mission call arrived , I simply refused to open it . And I didn ' t . I was so pissed off at god and the church and everyone else . My RM boyfriend dumped me . News traveled fast that my PB pretty much said that I wouldn ' t be able to have kids . Unable to find a TBM boyfriend , I ended up marrying a nonmember . We kept trying for a kid and nothing was happening . Husband got checked , I got checked . Turned out I wasn ' t going to have any kids , unless a miracle of biblical proportion was going to happen . During all of this I was drifting away from the church . When my infertility was confirmed , I got even more depressed , because I remembered my PB . Determined to prove it wrong , we tried IVF . In the meantime , unable to find a job in my field , I went back to school and became a science teacher . IVF didn ' t work for me . At that moment I realized that my PB pretty much came true . That brought me back to church , as unbelievable as it may sound , and kept me there for a few more years . Husband was very supportive and would even go to church with me . He made it clear to everyone that he wasn ' t going to get dunked or anything , he was there just to support his wife . TBMs were shocked and pretty much in awe . Then we moved . The first Sunday at our new ward the bishop took my husband aside and explained to him that the color of his shirt was not appropriate for church . The shirt was black . Something in my brain just snapped at that moment . I handed my scriptures to the bishop , said I won ' t be needing them again , grabbed my husband by the hand and we left . Went straight to Starbucks and had a lovely Sunday . That was the last time I attended church . So even though your PB might actually come true , you can still turn out to be a happy exmo , like me