Hi,I know I haven't wrote anything on here for a while...I wanted a bit of a break from typing and had other things on my mind as you know.I'd just like to say a big thanks to everyone who has replied to my story on here,you have all been a great help and I'm so greatful for the support you've given me.It's also nice to know that other people on here have been through simmilar things and understand how I feel too.
Anyway,I thought I would let you know what has happened.As you probally know I asked my boyfriend (now ex) to decide if he wanted to carry on with our relationship together or to stay in his religion...I gave him the month to make up his mind.I told him that if we stayed together then he would have to leave his religion as there was no way I was going to be converted to the Jehovahs Witness religion.I lent a book and some information from the internet to him to try and help him make a decision and I tried to explain to him that I think there are other ways of serving God apart from belonging to the Watchtower organization etc etc.
We carried on seeing each other and last Wednesday we met in town.We had a chat and he told me he was staying in his religion.We both talked for a while,hugged and cried loads...just before I was about to leave he gave me a bible he said he had bought for me.I remember saying to him one day that I didn't want the bible from his congregation and If I wanted a bible I would buy one from a bookshop,that was where he got this one from.I think he had hopes of me reading it and wanting to be converted to his religion,but I made it clear that it was never going to happen...I'd made up my mind and will never be a J/W.After a long chat I decided to go home.It was horrible having to leave him...it kind of felt like me having a child and having to leave it,knowing that I'd probally never see the person again.I didn't want to leave but I felt it was the best thing and we were both getting so upset.So I got up and just kind of forced myself to walk away...I can't really describe how I felt but it was'nt nice,I felt very sad and empty mixed with other emotions like anger and heartache.He'd gone.I'd gone.We'd finished.
I walked back through town,fighting back the tears and trying not to cry...I saw loads of families and people happily together,having a great time & I thought of all the happy times we had shared together...that made me feel sad knowing that we wern't ''together'' anymore.I just kept walking and walking and eventually headed home.I think it was then that it hit me...we were over and I somehow had to let go and get on with my life.I felt I couldn't stay friends with him after being in a relationship so we're not staying in touch.
It's hard,and sad when a strong religion like this gets in the way and can split up families as well as relationships (if one person's a J/W & the other isn't).I suppose it's made me think about life a bit more and that life is what people make it...and I think we all have to stick together,be nice to each other,help one another,try to get along well and share happy times.Life is here and it's here for us to live it and I think it's up to us to decide where we want to go in life,what we want to do and what makes us happy.
Funky_Diva_53_2000
Edited by - Funky_Diva_53_2000 on 6 August 2002 17:34:41