Well.... is there a limit on the site for length of content?
Mom was in and out of JW's since my birth... but never involved us till 1968 when she thru out her live-in guy in exchange for a JW dude studying with her. He was a nice guy.... till he married her anyhow.
Mom would always hit us for punishment... with a belt, a wooden spoon.. anything she could get. That may have been the way they did it then, I dunno. With Brother Henry tho, he enjoyed dishing out punishment. Now, shortly after the wedding in '69, his ownership of us showed its ugly teeth.
Mom would leave us a note for after school, to go to the store and buy this or that. SHe always left enuff money so that there was change, and we would keep it... spend it on candy. This went on for years, till Mark moved in. I get back from the store, he asks where the change is. Assuming the best, I smile and said I spent it on candy. Instead of a smile and pat on the back, I pick myself up off the floor IN THE NEXT ROOM. I had been backhanded... and hard too. My sister saw this and freeked. Nothing was right from then on. My hate was planted and grew intensly.
Beatings with a belt were weekly at a minimum. There was always a reason for it.... or not. Didnt clean your room.... didnt take out the trash... back talked mom.... I dont know how many belts we went thru. It got to the point that it didnt hurt anymore, and until you cried out, he kept swinging. I would hold out to try and wear him out. Never happened.
We got a puppy once.. a german shepard .. my dog. I was about 14, I think. The dog had chewed a stick and it was caught between his teeth somehow and he was screaming. Mark grabbed it, punched it, and pulled the stick out. I missed the "pulling the stick out" part, after the punch, I walked into the garage and grabbed the axe, raised it high over my head, ...... but didnt do it. I walked back in and put it down. He never knew this, he was busy with the dog. I often wonder how life woulda been had I beheaded him.
I ran away at 15.... 6 or 7 times. All but one time I was beat badly after being caught. Mom just stood there and let it happen. I think I dislike her to this day due to that. I wasnt beat after the last time I ran away... cuz I didnt get caught. I kept running, ended up in prison at 16, and lied about who I was so I would stay in jail rather than go home. That should say something.
Mark was an elder thru all this, a hero to many. Mom was a dumb bitch that just wanted laid on a regular basis, no matter the cost. My sis was the one suffering, cuz she cared. I didnt care, I ran, I lived well.
Question for the ex-elders out there.. any of these posts interest you? ANy of them make you wonder how the hell you could support such assholes for so long? Any of you make amends for lives wasted due you all looking away? Ever visit the graves of lost kids due to suicide, in the JW's?
You JW lurkers out there... be aware that many of us have sincere hate for you and yours.... not all on this board do, just some of us. You only live life once, and when it is destroyed by an org and its blind followers, there is no forgiveness.
Animal (Biker, and proud of it)
ps... I didnt check for typo's....