I don't know why things in life happened...I don't know why I was born in the most destructive cults ever existed. My childhood was so miserable...is not nice to see the other kids at your age celebrating xmas and birthdays and other holidays. My whole world was somewhere between kindom hall and field service with my pioneers parents.
I hardly finished high school because I was supposed to live in the generation that by no means will pass way. It was the famous generation of 1914 and it was the year 1984, and I was only 17 at that time. So i spend my best years of my life pioneering the false gospel of the WT. I got married just before the ''new light" came out.(and as I read from this forum there is new one coming soon)
Then I realize there is something going wrong. I started to read. And I had a lot of staff to read. From Russell to Booze Jo. I had the bigest WT library in the country, due to the fact that my dad was C.O. Then I saw the real light. WT was nothing more than a false prophet and antichrist.
I had to help my wife and my children to get out from there. Instead of understanding I found hate. I tried for 5 years to show her that we need to go on with our lifes and our children without WT controling our lifes. She turned me in for apostasy 2 times. The first one was 5 years ago. I got way with it. I lied...the second time I couldn't lie. I couldn't do it because I would have to denounce Jesus in front of false prophets court. I said it right in front of their face: I don't believe any more of the WT and the GB are a banch of false prophets...is not hard to figure out the outcome.
Now I'm accused that I lied to her, and I should have told her from the begging that I didn't intend to be a JW. I wonder who is the real liar...
At the age of 40 I live alone, way from my 2 small kids, trying to get a new life, and working 15 hours a day seven days a week in order to make it financially...the end was so close that we needed no education or skills.
Can anyone bring back my lost years of childhood, or the years that I spend knocking doors to spread the "gospel". I feel that my life ended. No meaning in anything. Why all this suffering? Is there any reason why many people like me suffered even died for this mad house called Watchtower?