Dearest Blue, my heart was touched so deeply by your words. I was crying while reading your post. What a wonderful human being you are. I absouletly want to give you a great big huge hug, a person who loves his family so very much. May God bless you for your love and convictions. Standing up for what is best for the family.
Your emotions are truly intense and releasing them through tears is your bodies way of handling its intensity. I have at times had flashbacks of my life as a JW. My parents were not nice to me for some reason. My dad, before becoming a witness was a vicious alcoholic and did me great emotional and mental damage. It took years of therapy to realize it was not me but it was them that had the problems. Even after he became a witness he still had an abusive side to him,and cold and I could not find anyway to draw close to him. Oh I tried and tried but to him and my mom I never measured up. I was the failure at life and a disappointment to them. I have a few delightful flashbacks of days in Montreal with my young friends in the truth in the 1970s and early 80s. We use to have great times. However my parents didn't trust me, they made me take my 16yr old sister with me at the time. And she could do no wrong, she was a goody two shoes and kept dad updated on my comings and goings. I hated it. And I dispised the people she chose to be friends with. Sometimes they made my life a living hell.
I rushed into a marriage that I knew was a mistake, but when you are desperate to be appriciated you take that chance hoping that it is the right one. Well it was a bad marriage but I stayed for 28yrs until my son was 21, he was still at home and then one day I had it, I divorced him and left the organization the same day. Dec 24 1999. I was disfellowshipped in January 8 2000. I can tell you the best thing that resulted from this is that my son Richard has and is my number one son, my love of my life, he is the sweetest son any mother could hope for.
Even my new husband is showing signs of jealously, because my son and I are very close. I will never allow anyone to hurt him no matter what. I nearly lost him the morning he was born. He had strep B menengitis and was on his death bed, only to die with in hours. I prayed and prayed and begged God to let him survive. I am not sure if it was Gods answer to my prayers but my son survived by a miracle. He was the first infant ever to try a new researched but not used on humans a drug that saved his life. I will always always love that part of my life forever.
He means everything to me, yet I put him in a religion I wasn't happy in, but his dad my ex was always pushing him. But never did my husband spend two minutes with him. He never played with him, never took him fishing or camping never a ball game, never nothing. I did everything with my son and that is why he is at my side day and night when ever I need to hear his voice or his laughter. Or to wipe away tears, or give him cheers, He is the apple of my eye. I was unhappy that I pushed him to go to the meetings in the service and more meetings. He said he never believed in the organization and when he was 16 he just stopped going to the meetings. He would go to some so it would look good for his father and tthat is all. As for his grandparents well they did nothing either with Richard. They use to do and go places with their other grandchildren but not mine, and we lived next door to them.. How shameful and even to this day my mom, never calls to see how he is or ever invites him over to talk, not nothing.....My dad is dead, he died in 1995 he was presiding overseer, and a poor example of a grandfather. Richard resents them and dispises them for the way they have always treated me.. He said I will never ever have anything to do with the rest of the family. They are not true Christians at all. They talk the talk, but never walk the walk.
So what is that I am saying? I am saying you get out of life what you put into it. YOu like me thought the so-called truth was the answer for happiness, but it wasn't.
I have flashbacks all the time when he(son) was growing up and he is the one that kept me going, through thick and thin.
So I know your loving wife and fine children and grandchildren adore you. Dwell on it, savour it, and thank God you came to your senses before your life became full of bitterness and anger.
Blue, I love you and may you be happy all the days of your life. And rich blessings may they flow unto you and your family because you are indeed a wonderful man.
All my Love
Orangefatcat. I am blowing you a kiss and a double hug.