Philo,
LOL
Slip,
I don't know that I was merely "tolerated" or not. Our congregation was known as the "Party Congregation" and so we had lots of social events. We live in an affluent area (albeit with a territory which also includes some dire poverty), and I was the sister with the luxury van and the unbelieving mate earning lots of cold, hard, cash! (never knew I was supposed to subsidize the CO, though, which might explain why they didn't help me out after my surgery! -- see the thread slip refers to above!)
I gave my fair share of parties, too, when my husband was away on his annual golfing trips -- in fact, once we did two parties in 10 days because of the recommendation that you keep groups small and we had so many we wanted to invited once the kids were getting older!
However, it seems we were having too much FUN!!! So it was decided about three years ago that there would no longer be "congregation" picnics or bonfires, etc. The responsibility shifted to private persons. It was then that we started missing invitations.
So perhaps we were "marginalized" and I was just too busy and too naive to notice. I wasn't so dense that I didn't feel the isolation at district conventions and assemblies however! Here's a story for you:
It's Summer 1989. I am not yet baptized. We are living in Canada after having moved from Michigan in 1986. I have an unbelieving mate who has threatened to divorce me if I get baptized, tears up my mags, throws away my books if he finds them out, etc. (In short, I am persecuted for the truth's sake.)
I have three small children, ages 5, 3 and almost 1 and have decided that the best way for me to handle District Convention attendance is to go back to Michigan where I can stay with (non-Witness) friends (thus no hotel expenses). I am not sure my husband will "let" me go, and, trying to avoid a confrontation, I have my 3 year old ask Daddy if we can go (Coward that I am -- she is his favorite). He tells her, yes, if she WANTS to go. I am already packed, acting in harmony with my prayers.
We leave early, early Friday morning for the 4-1/2 hour drive to Pontiac, MI, but get delayed en route. We are late, so I hurry the girls up, put my son in the stroller, and we lug the coolers, diaper bag, bookbags, etc. into the Silverdome. As I get near the entrance I am informed that strollers are no longer allowed inside the 'Dome. (New local fire ordinance or some such! -- in the past, I could've sat back with the older persons and kept the stroller beside me as my child's "seat") So we have to bring the stroller back to the car and go get the CAR seat, so that my son will be able to be secure during the sessions. I have NO friends with me, and we ARE in Pontiac, after all, so I am not going to leave my belongings out side. We lug everything back to the car, put the stroller away, and I now have to carry my son in the heavy car seat (I don't have the lighter infant seat with me), PLUS all the things that previously were stowed in the stroller basket, in my arms. By the time I reach the entrance again, I am a sweaty, exhausted MESS!!!!
Then, because we are late, the only place where I see 4 seats together is in the bleacher section (end zone) of the Silverdome. This means that in addition to having a side-on view of the speakers, we also have no backs to our seats. But, hey! we made it. We are going to have spiritual blessings! ... we settle in.
Just before lunch, announcements are made. The brothers remind us that because of the great number in attendance today, the friends request that ONLY HEADS OF HOUSEHOLDS get in the food lines at lunch and bring the meals back to their families. Well, of course, I AM the head of household, I am NOT going to leave my young children alone while I go get our bagels, and everybody needs to pee anyway!
So we go to the bathroom and then get in line.
After all my efforts to get my children and I to a convention without totally pissing off my husband, the long drive, and the screwy problems with the new ordinance and the crappy seats, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO HEAR ON THE LUNCH LINE?????????
I have to hear some self-righteous,20-something, BITCH of a sister (this still makes me very, very angry, 12 years later) loudly complain to someone else in line that "obviously SOME people haven't heard that the CHILDREN are supposed to remain in their seats while the family HEADS get the meals!"
It is a measure of my goodwill, infinite patience, wisdom, and agape love, that I did not HAUL OFF AND SLUG my dear, Christian sister!
(Those of you still in, please take note: Those "spiritual widows" among you deserve LOTS of help and LOTS of commendation!)
Nope, didn't slug her. But truly, truly wish in hindsight that I HAD spoken up and pointed out to her that I WAS the HEAD of my household, had driven 4-1/2 hours to be there, and that she should perhaps CONTROL her tongue, because my children were MY responsibility and I was handling things the best I could. Oh! And would she please hold my son for me and follow us, as I carried our lunch back to our seats?!??? (and she lost her place in the line? )
If it weren't for the great vanilla pudding ...
outnfree