Hi there,
This is a rather sweet story, and I love telling it. So here it is...
January this year was the time when I decided for sure that I would leave the witnesses. I had made up my mind, had told the elders that my faith had died, and so I had made the ball for my DF rolling. I had not told anyone else about my doubts, not even my mum, who was and still is, a witness. On deciding to enter the real world again, I decided that my first act of disobedience would be to attend my uncle's birthday. January 20th.
I will never forget this. I entered the living room, where a large group of my family members were. And I made an Entrance! The minute I walked in, there just was a silence, eyes were wide open, jaws were slacked. Honestly, I wish I could have taken a picture of that. I stepped up to my uncle, kissed him and said, in a very pronounced voice "Happy Birthday". And then I just sad down, conversations started again, no questions were asked.
A few minutes later, my aunt went into the kitchen to get some snacks, and I followed to help her. In the kitchen she turned to me with question marks in her eyes. And I said, "I am leaving the witnesses". She hugged me, started crying, and so naturally, I started too. A bit later my uncle came in, and I told him the same news. And I also apologised for not having a birthday present for him... He said "You coming back to us, is the best present anyone could have ever given me".
Viv.