I was raised as a witness and have been miserable for my entire existence. I have hated every moment of it. After about 10 years of struggling, I decided 2 years ago that I was done w/ the charade and wasn't going to return to the meetings. After years of tension in my family and comments by me about pedophilia and hypocrisy, my sister, the person I love the most in this world, told me this evening that she wants nothing to do w/ me. I knew it would happen, but I didn't expect it to happen tonight. I wasn't prepared for this. She attacked me and, out of self-defense, I attacked back. I said things that I never wanted to say to her. I felt like I was in a spiritual war. She kept asking me why I was looking for reasons why Jehovah's Witnesses don't have the truth. I kept telling her that I was looking for reasons why they supposedly do. Everything I said was taken as an attack on Jehovah. I didn't say one thing about Jehovah. I never said that God is a pedophile and pays off his victims to keep their mouths shut. I never said that God is a hypocrite. I never said that God will accept blood fractions from donors, but wouldn't even think about donating for anyone else. The conversation ended w/ her telling me that it's my choice if I want to leave the truth and have sex w/ every guy I see, get high all the time, and get drunk every weekend. Apparently that's what I am supposed to do now that I am an ex-witness...be continually involved in drunken, drug induced orgies. Those comments hurt me more than anything. Just because I am not going to the meetings does not mean that I am an evil person.
So tonight, I said goodbye to my sweet, baby sister who said that "out of love" she disowns me. If love can make you feel as bad as I feel right now, how terrible is hate?