My soon to be mother-in-law, asked me a question that I can't find an answer to. We were talking about my life as a Jehovah's Witness, and how I don't hate my late father for raising me as one. More importantly how I don't blame him but rather blame the religion for my aweful childhood.
Her question is, "Was there anything I enjoyed about being a Jehovah's Witness?"
Myself, I can't think of one thing I really enjoyed about being a Jehovah's Witness. Perhaps it is because I have chosen to forget any of the "good times" I had, or perhaps there truly wasn't any good times to be had.
Any thoughts?
Is this a light saber in my pocket or am I just happy to see you?
"Hand me that whiskey, I need to consult the spirit."-J.F. Rutherford