It has been almost SEVEN years (I can't believe it!) since I left the JWs. I am to the point where I don't really even think about it anymore. I have come to terms with my lost family. I still mail them picutures of my baby girl they have never seen, but I can't bring myself to call because the rejection hits to hard. Day to day I deal with it fine just admitting that my life doesn't include those people from my past and it may never include them again.
Then this time of year comes around. I don't morn "not being able to spend it with my family" like most people assume. We didn't spend this time of year together anyway. It just makes me feel different because I don't have these memories of Christmases past like other people. This one little time of year I get those feelings of being "weird" one more time. I'm sorry to the rest of the world, but I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE "MAGIC" ABOUT SANTA!