I left because they were trying to make sure I would never get the opportunity to mix with the opposite sex. It showed in specifically targeted rules that they would make up, the behind-my-back attempts to ensure that I would be rejected by the sisters at the assemblies, the counsel to just meet other men, and that they would make sure I would be sequestered from any sisters that might show up at the meetings. And they made rules that I would not even be able to get a ride back from the Hell from a sister unless a brother was also present.
Of course, the other things helped. I got tired of being told that it was OK and being promised that it would work out. I got tired of going out in service and watching everything good getting methodically pruned from my life. I got tired of having to give talks and pretend everything was OK when it was not. And they even had the nerve to try to order me to do all the other things listed.
So, one day I did the Sin Against The Holy Spirit. No, it wasn't looking up an apostate Web site or reading apostate material. I weighed the costs against the benefits. And I found no benefit. This is what I came up with:
(1) The Tower was wrong and I stay in: Wasted time and life.
(2) The Tower was wrong and I left: I would get back the time I had to waste on meetings and save the resources I wasted on attending functions. What I would miss out on was all the blah.
(3) The Tower was right and I stay in. Stagnation--ultimately, I would get in and find out that it is all men. Eventually I would find out why, and realize that the women all died because of me. Specifically I drove them all away from life, and now I have to live forever with all men. Puke!
(4) The Tower was right and I left. I would die, and the sisters would be able to live without my polluting them. True, many would die because I had been associated with them. But I wouldn't be there to have to wish they wouldn't have had to associate life with my being there.
With those options, I saw that, whether the Tower had the truth or not, it was always better if I did not stay around. That is why I ultimately decided to fade out. The only hard decision was whether or not to send a disassociation letter explaining this or to let them waste their time worrying about me (which they will find out if they see my Christmas tree go up this fall). Due to the misrouting of many of these disassociation letters and that they would likely not make a dent in making them feel the guilt for a change, I opted for the waste of their time.