Today my inlaws wanted to meet their new great-grandson. They hadn't been in our lives since we left the JWs back in 2001. But every time, even though very briefly, I was around them, they always had this same look on their face. It was of utter and complete disgust. Most of the time they would leave as soon as they saw me or would call whomever and make up some lame @$$ excuse about why they couldn't make it (family gatherings and such).
Anyways back to today, when they saw me, they again got that same look of utter contempt, but this time they couldn't leave, because they were sitting in a corner and no way to "escape". To make a long story short, it finally dawned on me what they think of me, and that is that I am of the walking dead. Well, guess what? This "zombie" was seated right next to my JW father-in-law, and nowhere to run, and he had to sit there for two hours. lol