Does this ever bring back memories.
Met a young woman @ the International Assembly in Montreal (1978). She was an American, me, Canadian. I was naive, she was an opportunist. She was a couple of years older than I at the time. We wrote to each other quite a bit, and initially, we hit it off really well.
We wrote letters for quite a long time. She eventually moved to Virginia from New York state. That was fine. But then, I remember a lull in the writing, no responses. Then one day, I get a letter: she had been disfellowshipped. I was DEVASTATED! I really had a thing for this sister. I cried, and somehow managed to pick myself up and get on with it.
Eventually, I get a letter, maybe a year later. She had been reinstated. I was so thrilled, but she ended up getting herself into a lot of trouble. She had been initially disfellowshipped for sexual misconduct and ended up contracting a not-so-nice STD. Anyways, dumb as I was, I was so happy and thrilled, and encouraged her, tried to build her up etc., anything so that she'd remain a JW.
Time went on, and of course, I'm 18 at the time. We continue corresponding: letters, phone calls etc., and we rekindle our friendship. Over time, it blossomed into an engagement. Go figure!? Where was my head? She was very insistant that she find a man, and find one soon, no matter what, and whatever cost. I found it a bit stressful at first. Honestly, at 18 and in the organization, I thought getting married would be good for me.
What a numbskull I was.
Anyways, as time goes on, this sister is becoming very domineering, and 'it's her way or no way at all'. I felt that if I displeased her, she'd be out of the Truth, and I felt ridiculously responsible for this.
Something in my immature head started to tell me: GET OUT NOW while you can.
I remember trying to tell this sister that we should cool things down. I told her I was finding all of this 'a bit much'. She'd get upset and emotional. This wedding was gonna happen come hell or high water.
One night, I simply had enough. The pressure was too great and I honestly realized: I did not love her. I loved the idea. I knew that young brothers/sisters were encouraged to marry 'than to be imflamed with passion'. My head was so mixed-up.
When I called to finally tell this sister that I was 'not in love with her'. It was devastating. Not only for her, but for me. If you break off an engagement, this can be a serious matter as some of you know. I wanted this thing to work idealistically, but in reality, it was doomed from the start.
DIVORCE? It would have been imminent. We would have wed. She wanted a family RIGHT AWAY (that freaked me out) and she was a very 'me-myself & I' person.
The engagement was officially broken off. She was disfellowshipped, I think, within a month. She met up with someone, got knocked up; me, I was single, and RELIEVED beyond relief, that I did NOT wed this sister.
But I can understand how and why some JW marriages have ended this way, or why some young brothers and sisters get wed in the first place.
Given that hindsight is 20/20 - I am most definite my marriage to this sister would have ended in a messy divorce.
Glad it never happened, but I was pretty damn close .
Edited by - RAYZORBLADE on 7 February 2003 0:15:5