A couple of days ago there was a fuenral at the hall for a gentleman who was the grandfather of my former best JW friend. This was a kind old man, who I had enjoyed talking to; a real sweet guy.
Yet, when it came time for the funeral talk, I couldn't bring myself to go. Everyone (including this old gentleman) had abandoned me (besides my family) when I had left the JWs (not DF'd). Why the hell should I care about people who couldn't pick up the phone and call when I was having bad times? When my grandparents died? When my wife was sick? I would've been happy to have been invited out for a cup of coffee, just to talk.
I hate to think that I'm becoming ruthless or callous now that I'm out of the JWs, but I still see it happening. I'm so tired of my past, I just don't even want to touch it anymore.
Still, I've thought about that old man, and about showing some respect by going to the funeral, no matter how much I hate the JWs. Was I right or wrong? I have no idea.
Has anyone else had the dilemma of wanting to care about people we've had to leave behind, but eventually deciding not to?
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