I first suspected it strongly after the 1989 Grand Boasting Session when I was basically treated like crap. All the broken promises, rules that were targeted so I would not have a chance to have fulfillment, and excess work loads where they were never satisfied helped. But, it was the April 1 (I believe), 1995 Puketower article blaming Satan for feeling unloved, followed by having that experience non-stop in the Tower, that really sealed their doom for me. Even the Generation issue was just icing on the cake for me.
Past that, I decided that I would waste their time and energy making them think there was some hope for me to go back. I bounced from one congregation to the other, slipping in some skipped meetings for good measure and gradually increasing the ones I skip. I started skipping meetings in which I had a part, and ultimately decided that I was going to quit totally.
This year, if they have the bright idea of hounding me to go back, they are going to see the Christmas wreath on my door, all lit. If they drive around the back of the apartment, they are going to see the Christmas tree, lit up like a Christmas tree. Hopefully they will waste a few phone calls, then waste the gas and time slipping and sliding to the judicial hearing where I will not show up.