I left the Witnesses in 1997. I was trying to make new friends and met some people through the gym. My spouse and I went to their house for some dinner, and we thought it would be a great time. Also, we wanted to get to know people that were not Witnesses and get a foot-hold into our new life. Well, we got there and there house was not the cleanest. No big deal, we figured that not all people were into being as clean as some of the Witness houses we went too. So we ate dinner, and were drinking some beer and sitting around talking with a couple of people there. Suddenly someone brings out some pot, and offers us some. I thought about it, decided "no thanks", did that as a teen and not wanting to do that again. Then I get up to get another beer and this woman was getting her METH ready to shoot up in a spoon and looking all wasted. I set there watching her shot up, and thinking to myself "Your deffinetly not a Witness anymore." It was kind of a shock, and to be honest, to this day I am often still shocked at how screwed up some people are with drugs and sex. I guess the sheltered life I lived was not always bad. My spouse and I, never went back to their house and although we are not Witnesses, maintain a strict view on things like Meth. Pot does not bother me, Meth makes me mad.
Just wondered though, what was the first thing that happened to you, once you left, that had you get that thought in your head of "Your definitely not a Witness anymore!"