The story of JRK (aka JK666) Part Deux
I recently had some of my past thrown in my face by my mother. How wonderful a JW kid I was. How I stood up against the Flag salute when I was in 1st Grade. How I witnessed that Santa Claus was a lie to my classmates. All I did was f..k up their holiday. She likes to brag about how devout I was.
And I was. I regret it now, but I was.
Anyway, in part one, I didn't tell you really how bad it was when I was a kid. My father was a raging alcoholic. He would become violent every weekend, and my mother and sisters and me would cower in one of the bedrooms when he went into one of his alcoholic rages. My mother would have us study the Watchtower study for the week while he was raging and screaming outside the door. That affected me for years to come; I hated studying for the Watchtower for decades!
I only found out within the last decade or so that I had a large period of time that I completely went blank on, about the abuse I received from my father. He actually took the bedroom door off of my room so that he could yell at me nonstop. According to my sister, this lasted for over a year and a half. I have no conscious memory of it. I remember shutting myself in my bedroom closet to stop being abused, but I don't remember what my sister told me ever was happening. This is the first of my repressed memories. There were more to follow.
When I was nine, I had a major awakening to how dirty minded the leadership in the congregation could be. It got even worse when I was abused by one of those bastards.
Read more in Part 3 . . .
JK666 a.k.a. JRK