So many stories, so little time.
My husband walked out on me the day I returned from a convention. My 13 year old daughter went with him, I was told to forget about her because she didn't love Jehovah. I was not working and had a 20 year old car that ran when it wanted to. I was having serious health problems and had to find a job that wouldn't interfere with meetings. My disabled son had to be placed in a special foster home an hour and a half away because I could not even bathe him by myself. That left me with a 10 year old son that I couldn't even get anyone to study with because it was my responsibility as a parent not theirs (an elder told me this). When I finally did find someone to study with my son I had to put a stop to it because he came home crying from the browbeating he received from the brother's wife more than once.
I did receive some initial assistance from my closest friend and her husband financially. Within 3 weeks of the separation I had to move out of my rented house. No one offered any help except one sister who slipped me a little cash. It was a few weeks before school started and I didn't even have school clothes for my son. not one person offered to help me even get to the grocery store. I felt like I was a burden when I asked for rides to the meetings. Lots of excuses were made.
The help I got from the elders was being drug to the back and counseled on the fact that I missed meetings when I moved.One elder told me he felt like I was being harrassed.
No one ever offered me a ride to work except the worldly people I hardly knew. No asked if we had food to eat or offered child care for my son except the worldly people I hardly knew.
No one offered assistance to go see my disabled son who was an hour and a half away.
EXCEPT THE WORLDLY PEOPLE THAT I HARDLY KNEW.
This is what I got from the loving brotherhood:
"You are so strong and you've had so many problems,I can't believe you haven't
fallen out of the truth. Satan really wants you."
What I can't believe is that a year later when I did leave I blamed myself
and went back for more a decade later.