I do appreciate the kind words of support and I must say I understand where you are coming from when you assuage my sense of culpability.
Here is why I feel I COULD have dones something.
As the husband of a JW wife I know she was more or less obligated to follow my lead...up to a certain point.
But, I never argued with her about the Society being wrong. Not at all!
There was a reason for that. I didn't think the Society WAS wrong!
I just thought the entire participation in Jehovah's Witnesses was a waste of my time!
I thought to myself that I was probably safe in slip sliding away because it was OBVIOUS to me Jehovah was not at all patrolling the pronouncements and policies they way others seemed to think.
I would just live quietly and mind my own business. Why should anybody at the Kingdom Hall bother me about it other than "encouragement"?
However...
One or two of the sisters at the Hall who came over to visit my wife were giving ME an earful!!
I remember one such conversation as though it were yesterday.
"You can't give your children what you don't have yourself. Do you want to be responsible for these three beautiful kids dying at Armageddon?"
I quickly replied:
"If you think that I think Jehovah has a hankering to destroy my beautiful children because I find the meetings boring and all the wacky date-setting ridiculous, then your Jehovah and my Jehovah aren't the same god!"
Of course, it make me pretty pissed off now reviewing it in my head!!
What happened to "sisters may not counsel the brothers"?? :)
No, my guilt has to do with the fact I WAS NOT A FAMILY LEADER. I slunk off and did my career thing and left the worship rituals to my wife --OBLIVIOUS that something was going on inside of her faith!!
I did NOT notice she had become alcoholic until it was too late.
Why?
I drank too! What was the big deal? I was a "responsible" JW drinker, if you know what I mean.
I would sit in my favorite chair and drink a Black Cow listening to Steely Dan every night while my wife worked the Night Shift in data processing.
My job was days and hers was nights.
When she would come home zonked I wouldn't notice it because she'd go right to sleep.
When the alcoholism suddenly became a REAL problem she would not listen to anybody or anything.
My window of opportunity had passed!
The situation was so impossible I moved out. Had I not done so I would have gone crazy and started breaking furniture or something I was so frustrated.
It took me years to calibrate the calculus of those final days...
I didn't have a clue.
I thought the Society was in Jehovah's favor, but, just "humanly" in error and prone to be over zealous about setting dates.
I found the meetings were soul-killing.
I blamed myself, mostly.
I eagerly faded.
Had I paid more attention to my own life, wife and situation I think I could have rallied a very hands-on confrontational meeting with the Congregation Overseer and my wife. But, that guy wasn't me. IT IS NOW, but, not back then.
I took the coward's way.
I escaped with being disfellowshipped and my wife became a persona non grata JW.
It seems awfully weird and incomprehensible NO judicial meeting every confronted her with her drinking!