When my life was calm, I was able to memorize important articles from the Watchtower and remember the page number, which day, month, year, left or right side of the page, top or bottom the article was written on and what it was about in details. I was able to do this with a lot of subjects. Memorize them and ticker-tape them out.
Does anyone know the old movie called "Gaslight"?
From that psycho thriller, there is a medical term that derived from that movie. It is called "gas-lighting".
My now ex, shone at gas-lighting me.
He deliberately, systematically destroyed my self confidence and self worth.
It has been very, very hard to regain it back.
I used to be very "bubbly" and out-going. As a wife and sister in the congo , I was an asset.
I could be counted on to volunteer to give last minute student talks, have the speaker and family over for a meal or take them out to a restaurant.
My car was always available to help anyone, young or old. I helped sisters from the KHall, with their house, garden, children.
I would buy a Get Well card and make sure everyone signed it, so nobody in my Hall felt left out. I cooked dinners and delivered them to the sick or made cakes for those having special "days".
I visited the elderly, the shut-ins, even those in dementia wards in the Hospital.
Like an executive wife, I helped my ex, in social settings, where I shone, and he didn't.
I looked good on his arm, and made him seem much better than he ever was.
I encouraged and befriended the sweet introverts, to join in and be part of the "group".
But my faith in so many things, was shipwrecked.
I have been through the mill, and got vomited out.
I can't change anything from my past, but I can learn from it and move on.
I am very happy to be alive and have this great chance to live my life FREE without WT control.
I am interested in so many things, and "normal" people are wonderful.
It is a wonderful, beautiful world out there, that will keep going past my lifetime, and for many, many more years to come.
I wish us all joy, happiness and love.
LoisLane