I grew up a witness and I never felt bad about my lack of material belongings a.k.a. not having nice clothes in school, it didn't bother me that the other first graders were stuffing their faces with birthday cupcakes and I was in the school library researching fossils; but what DID bother me? My cool cousins. They were 'worldly' so of course they were going to die at armageddon, but they made getting there look cool.
They were grandma's favorites, they went on to join the military (all of them) and complete college-we're talking doctor, pilot, engineer and arcitecht. I felt like the weirdo hillbilly cousin from the hills. I had NOTHING to feel good about. My mother never bragged about us, and took every opportunity to victimize herself at our expense. To this day, I feel like a nerd next to my successful cousins.
Anyone else in this boat? What did you have a hard time with being raised JW?