I was already irregular and mostly inactive before I consciously decided to leave. I was "spiritually weak" due to various reasons. As the doubts started to surface and I gave concsious thought to "what if.." scenerios, I was torn between believing what I had been taugth all my life to accepting what I was seeing as fact then and there.
I was already not going to the Book Study very often, so that ended right off the bat. I didn't consciously quit field service but since I was already irregular, I just never bothered going out anymore, though I did turn in false reports for a couple of months. I finally got tired of that and just didin't turn em in anymore.
Then I started leaving mid-way thru the School/Service Meeting meeting. Then leaving before the WT study. After only a couple of months, I was down to showing up for the Sunday talk only and even then, I'd easily miss that if I something else planned.
I had no real plan, I was just letting my disinterest take over bit by bit. But a visit by the CO pretty much sealed the deal. He gave a talk on what we should be doing in Jehovah's the organization's work. He said if you're not doing everything possible in furthering Kingdom interests then why bother? And I agreed. Why bother. And I quit. I didn't bother going back much afer that. I think that year I went to one day of an assembly and maybe a hand ful of Sunday talks, and then only when JW family was in town and they wanted to go. In time, as they realized I wasn't going back, they didn't bother asking to go to the hall when visiting or expecting me to go with them to their hall. (showing up with a beard tends to embarrass them).
I did get sheparding calls...three that I remember, one ending badly and me asking the elders to leave. Word leaked out that I pretty much kicked em out, which is pretty accurate. I just told em the conversation was over and it was best they leave. I didn't get any more calls after that.
I have gone to some, well, maybe most, of the Memorials. My family seem to put special effort in making sure I'm invited to that. I figure one meeting a year isn't going to hurt. I'm beyond it enough now that I'm not afraid or anxious about going into a hall. I actually try to make sure that I'm upbeat and happy so they can see that I'm not the miserable rebel their expecting.
Being a fader is not always easy and there are times that I get grief from family. I've learned to kinda just keep my mouth shut. They're not listening, they think they have all the answers and I'm in need of straigtening up. Outside of those isolated instances though, the family relationships are pretty good and we enjoy each other's company and take trips and all that other stuff that goes with being family.