I grew up in the First Assembly of God church (offshoots of the Pentecostals, for those that don't know) and pretty much left that in my teens. Throughout the years, I attended and tried many churches, Baptists, Catholics (being married to one for 12 years), Lutheran, etc, etc, etc. All seemed to be missing something.
One fateful day, when I was in an especially down time in my life, there came a knock on the door and lo and behold, there were a couple of JWs. I had always avoided them like the plague and even ridiculed them often. But, feeling down and lonely, decided to talk to them this time. This led to return visits and gradually, a Bible Study (actually, a study of the Live Forever book). Everything was no neatly packaged and sounded so appealing, especially for one feeling very down, I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. The clincher was when I discovered they did not believe in the trinity, as I never have.
After a little less than 4 years studying, I submitted to the subtle pressures and love bombing and was dipped baptized. Shortly after, things changed. All of a sudden, they owned me, worse than when I was in the Army. Where everything was encouraged and complimented before, now, it was never good enough. Even my getting remarried to a JW was frowned upon apparently, as almost immediately, I had elders and elderettes interfering in the house and marriage. I was reduced to a bill payer and not the head of the house. Going inactive just made it worse and disassociating myself ended it.
My last thread to the JWs was cut when I received my finalized divorce papers last month.
So, why did I become a JW? Hey, we all have done some pretty stupid things in our lives, right? For me, I would rather another tour in Vietnam than ever set foot in a Kingdom Hall again. Thank God there are erasers on pencils to erase our mistakes.
Lew W