Seven years ago I was angry and confused.
I knew I didn't want to be a witness, but I was going through the motions hoping eventually some divine spark would light upon my brain and I would finally "get it", but also to just keep the peace between my family. I was also getting pretty good at living my double life. My sister was pregnant with my nephew.
I wouldn't formally break with the witnesses and have the "talk" with my parents about my feelings as a JW until 01. I was fully prepared to have to drop out of college and move out on my own somehow.
I came here in 02, convinced I didn't need to be here, but curious none the less to hear other stories - and to vent my own frustrations with my parents. Living at home while I went to school - while trying to be my own person and not go to meetings. This was a good place to vent for me then.
Now - I actually have the best relationship I've ever had with my parents. Something I never would have fathomed when I first joined up here. We actually like each other...and while it took years, awkward conversations, and out and out screamfests we have actually come to a respectful place with each other. In that respect, I feel very lucky...and it makes me feel like I am old to think about how long ago that all seems now.
Thanks for making me feel old Jourles...