I don't have any Witness relatives aside from my husband. But I do have crazy relatives. I don't tell them everything I'm thinking, either.
It's not lack of courage.
It's not lack of courage.
It's not lack of courage.
It's not lack of courage.
I choose to speak up when it would make a stitch of difference. Otherwise, I keep my opinions to myself. Why would I do that? Because sometimes speaking up does more harm than good. I'll give some examples.
My son faces sentencing for an assault charge. My crazy relative shows up in the waiting room and begins to trash my parenting and tells big fat whopper lies about my abusive ex-husband. According to her my son is a complete loser and he turned out that way because of my terrible parenting. I make motions to my son that he should walk away, but he sits and takes it. What do I do? Make a scene right there in front of the courtroom? That day is not about me, it's about keeping my son as calm and sane as he can be before he hears his sentencing. I walk away, and don't return until court is in session. I hold his hand.
Another court date, another confrontation with my crazy relatives. This time the frail grandmother grabs my hand, looks deeply in to my eyes, and begs me to take back my "lies" and begs me to make up with my ex-husband before she dies. Keep in mind I have not been in the same room or spoken to my ex for over 25 years. When I left him, the man was punching me and beating me every few days. I look her in the eye and say no more. As soon as she lets go, I leave the room. Tell me, can that woman face the truth? What's the point? It's kinder to let her die with her delusion. Again, the day and place were all wrong. I was there to support my son, not to get in to a screaming match with an eighty year old dimwit.
I do not think weddings or funerals are the place to get in to confrontations. Emotions are high and memories are long. Support the couple getting married, remember the friend or relative that is gone. Leave the battle for another day.