My dad had a drinking buddie in the fifties who was a very weak witness, that dumb dub bastard would preach to my father when they would drink. My parents had six kids, I'm the youngest and the first to have left and never looked back. The cult like a terrible VD has spread it's dark shadow accross three generations of our family.
I've been working with my one of my sisters, she finally stood up to my mother and stayed home with her four kids, instead of going to the DC this year.
The rest of the family lives out of state and treat me like the Devil. I believe they're stuck in their dumb dubdom.
bajarama