An interesting thing happened when I visited my JW family a couple weeks ago.
Now, I consider myself a pretty well-adjusted person. I spent the first 30 years of my life in the org., but now I have a wonderful life with my husband and children. I visit this forum every few weeks for entertainment and to keep touch with what's going on, but have pretty much moved on.
I stayed a week with my parents, and when Sunday morning rolled around, I wondered how I was going to handle it. Will my mother ask if I'm going to the meeting with her? She just thinks I'm lazy about making meetings and probably inactive. As time to get ready got closer and closer, I got more and more nervous. Should I just get the kids dressed and go? It would be kinda nice to see everyone I grew up with. But the pressure and questions would be a pain to deal with. "Which congregation do you go to?" "You must know Brother So-and-so?" and the dreaded "So how are you doing in the Truth?" But then I thought about how I didn't have an excuse to miss it. Nobody was sick; it wasn't first thing in the morning. If I didn't go it would be a deliberate absence. How would that look? I made up my mind I would go. I would surely feel better afterward if I went.
I stood up feeling the same old dread and the same old guilt. OH MY GOD! What just happened here? The struggle I just had in my head was the same struggle I had for so many years when I thought it would be unappreciative of Jehovah's provisions if I missed a meeting. What in the world was I doing to myself?
So I slapped myself in the face and snapped back to the real world. I know in my heart going to the KH is not the way God wants me to serve him. I'm a grown up. If I don't want to go to the meeting, it's none of anyone's business. Mom can think what she wants, but I'm not going to be ruled by the same need to please I always was before. It's just crushing.
I deliberately missed that meeting, and also the book study and service meetings! I didn't make any excuses, just didn't go. And Mom didn't say anything. Of course, after such a blatant act, I'm sure I've sunk to a new low in her eyes. I have a feeling I'll be getting a serious talking to soon.
Such a small thing, barely an incident at all. It was scary, but also liberating. It also may have been the first step toward losing my family altogether. But it did give me strength. To thine own self be true . . .
Just thought I'd share.