Then (1960) and now (2013) (page 3)

Berengaria

Every once in a while some post here makes me tear up. This was one.

Good on you!!!

LostGeneration

Jesus Christ, 42 years and you haven't heard a thing from your brother???????!!!!!!!!

M*&*(*(* F(*()*)*()* CULT!

Nice work on building a real life from scratch and never looking back!

Quandry

Welcome to the group. Glad you had a good time with the placard at the convention and got to meet some apostates!

I also was wondering about your family. They never tried to contact you? I can't understand how a mother could just never know if her son was alive or dead and not want to have some sort of relationship even if limited.

My daughter was df'd as a sixteen year old for some normal kid stuff-she was berated, humiliated, and treated horribly by a committee of five "spiritual shepherds." Her dad and I finally had enough of them....we are all out together. In the following almost10 years no one from the KHall has inquired as to whether she is still alive. She went on to graduate Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Biology but there will always be some residual emotional scarring.

Oh the stories that you will read on this forum. It is good to have you with us.

Invetigator74

Thanks for sharing your experience. I attended the Bartow congregation (Gun Hill Road, BX) in the early 80's.

theron ware

@Invetigator74

We belonged to the University Heights Congregation on Park Ave around 184th St in the Bronx. I don't think the KH is still there. Our congregation servant was David Sinclair. I don't think I ever saw him laugh smile. He is now one of the directors of the WBTS.

theron ware

@Quandry

In my earlier post, I simplified the details of my post-df family relations. Here's the rest of the story.

As I mentioned earlier, my mother and younger brother were witnesses but my father was not. My mother cut me off when I was df'd in '71. Of course I am angry about that, but I can almost forgive her because she was doing what she thought she had to do, even though I know it hurt her. But my father also cut me off, which is inexplicable. I still have the "Dear John" letter he sent me to inform me that he was cutting me off in order to preserve peace at home. I could never forgive him for that.

Sometime in the mid-70's there was apparently a change in the WT policy on df relationships. I was getting married. We sent my family an invitation. My parents actually came to our wedding in Ohio. There was a brief period of perhaps two years during which we had limited (and very tense) contact with my parents. Then one day our phonecalls went unanswered. Apparently the WT had again "adjusted" its position on df relationships. I was cut off a second time, and again it was both parents!

In the mid-90's I learned that my mother had been diagnosed with dementa and needed 24h care. During this period I had contact with my brother, who worked with me to get legal custody of my mother. As co-guardians, we had limited interaction over the next few years while my mother wasted away in a nursing home. After my mother died, as we were standing in the cemetary for the burial, my sister-in-law informed me that her her husband and I would not be having any future contact.

So I was cut off three times, not just once.

free @ last

Thank you for sharing your story... heartbreaking

LoisLane looking for Superman

((((Hugs)))) and (((((Hugs))))) and (((((Hugs)))))

I am so sorry for all the hurt and pain this stupid made up religion has caused you.

I googled "Theron Ware". It came up with "The ****ation of Theron Ware". I have the cuss words blocked on my computer, so then I have fun trying to figure out what the **** means. Probably the title is The Damnation of Theron Ware. I was not aware of this book. It looks like an interesting read.

I have poured my life into The Society (I think they don't like being called Society anymore. I think the latest is "The Organization". They are so full of themselves, it is sickening. This one year I have been fading, has been strange. Things I absolutely believed in, I don't anymore. The life long instant friends at the KHall, are gone. I mourned, I cried, I wanted to go back, but I can't be a phoney. I loved singing but not these new songs, nor the old ones. I can't listen to a talk and know how they cherry pick the scriptures to say what they want to say.

Disfellowshipping , shunning, is abuse.

Strickly obeying The Watch Tower is only through brain washing and control.

The only thing I can add, is, those family and friends that are alive and shun you, have missed out on having the pleasure of your company. Before they die, I hope they wake up to TTATT (the truth about the truth) and BEG your forgiveness.

I can't imagine being in your shoes the day of your mom's funeral. At the cemetery, when it should be about the continuance of love in the family, I wish I couldn't believe of your sister-in-law's cold heartedness but I can.

Thank you for sharing your story with us.

I hope you will stay and know you are among understanding friends here.

Just Lois

Dogpatch

Good post, Theron!

It's so much fun to tell all the "apostate lies" about Bethel!

We have to keep "LostGeneration" entertained!

Dogz

BELOW:

I lie so much even my roommates had to kick me out of the house!

Dogpatch

for LostGeneration:

What happens when LIARS leave the TRUTH! (and Bethel)

Yeah, I brag, tell dumb okie jokes, post way too much stuff all at once, and am generally unbearable to be around. But good news!

You won't have to put up with me much longer.

Randy

Then (1960) and now (2013)

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