Only once. They wanted me to "confess to adultery" so that my JW husband, from whom I was separated, would be "free to remarry." My female intuition told me that his prospective marriage partner would dump him within a short period of time because just wanted the house for her son and his new wife. My (now) ex and his girlfriend did a pretty good job of screwing around with me and did convince a judge to award my ex all of the marital property.
I went back to court and was awarded my half of the marital property, which wasn't much anyway.
So -- oh, yes -- the committee meeting: Well, one of the brothers was very kind to me, and I have never forgotten that. The others were total jerks. It was that meeting that set me free once and for all from any notion that these people had any connection with God, with morality and decency, or anything good. They showed their true colors. I had taken a tranquilizer before the meeting so I would remain calm. After the meeting, I felt very peaceful and looked forward to the rest of my life because I knew I was free.
They kept trying to meet with me again, but I refused. My ex got his divorce on grounds of "cruel and inhuman treatment" because those were the days before no-fault divorce. He didn't get to marry his ugly, scrawny girlfriend anyway because she split up with him as soon as the judge awarded me half of the community property.
Justice. You gotta love it!