My truck knew before I did that I was "out".
After several meetings with the elders covering a certain topic I'd written Bethel about ( we were waiting for the FDS/Corporation to respond), I realized I was unable to comment at the WT study (though I'd been encouraged to participate). My heart just wasn't in it.
Finally, there came a Sunday when I was driving to the Sunday meeting and my truck's wheels seemed to turn by themselves into an empty parking lot about a mile from the kHall. I was shaking and soon began talking to myself and crying. I kept saying over and over again: "I can't go I can't go I can't go."
And I never went to a meeting again. Only one time more in the Hall for a final meeting with the PO and another elder to discuss the Bethel letter.
Like you, thedog1 and all the others, somrthing deep inside knew before I did that I was done with this false life.