I just missed two meetings for the first time in five years.
This past week I went "on vacation", housesitting for relatives nearby. I told my bookstudy overseer I'd be "away", even though I was only a twenty minute drive from the Kingdom Hall. I spent the entire week away from my insane family, away from the meetings and away from my "brothers and sisters".
It felt great.
Coming home felt... not so great.
But the first brick in my fade has been laid. I missed meetings. The guy who NEVER misses. Hah!
Of course, I have to go to the meeting tomorrow or they'll know something is up. Ugh. Fading is going to test my patience to the limit.