I'm sorry so many of you have had the same experience at dub funerals that I did because I know how bad it hurt me. It disgusts me what some of you have had to go through. I wish my skin was a little tougher than it is; but, at least I'm better than I used to be.
I am so glad that I don't live in the area where I was disfellowshipped at, so I don't run into any Witnesses that I know here.
Another good thing; I think their shunning me doesn't look to good to the outside world. A nondub girlfriend I have from back home went to my great aunts funeral. She said they were all talking about how bad all my family treats me because I'm not a JW like them. My parents disowned me when I was dissassociated and was disfellowshipped. Told me that I would have been stoned if I lived back in the days of the Bible. I don't know if that meant for fornication or for turning my back on Jehovah. My dad asked to see me when he was dying. So he talked to me then. When he died he said, "Did you ever THINK we didn't love you". I think he practiced that speech for when I came back to being a JW; but, because he was dying he knew it was too late. Since my dad has died my mom has been talking to me a little bit. Trying to do it only when it is business; but bending a little.
I am so glad that ex-JWs now have the internet and that the Witnesses are not growing anymore. They used to love to say they were the fastest growing religion in the world. 20 years ago, you were just left flailing (sp).
Sorry, this is kind of skipping around; but, thats just how my thoughts were running.
Hugs,
Cheri