Im not going to go into too much detail, I relived that part of my life almost every day. My biggest regret is losing my best friend.
She, like I was a baptized publisher "raised" in the truth, as were all her family....ever heard of the hangings in WV in WWII? Her great grandparents were part of that crew...her aunt was the child in the court system that challenged the flag saluting in the US... her maiden name escapes me...but as I said her WHOLE family was JW's
When we were dfd ( weeks between our announcements) she and I went in both deep depressions, hers moreso because her whole family structure had disintegrated....and here come the tales of drug-induced drunken stupors to drown away all the shock. We were 19, had nothing in our way, and I was ready to start my new life.
Unfortunately, Df'd hit her a lot harder than I, and she acted out a lot. Enough for me to want to stop all the madness. So we distanced ourselves. Stopped communicating. I moved 300 miles away, but tried to keep tabs on her.
Fast forward 4 years....I get a call from my mother. She was taken to a hospital, DOA from an overdose of Oxycontin. Turns out she had been doing it for a little while.
I still blame myself for getting us into trouble in the first place. Granted, the hardest thing we tried was pot, but in the back of my mind maybe everything would have turned out different if I had held myself in better regard.
I still blame myself for her pain. I still blame myself for not seeing the plank, when I was looking at the eye. I miss her, and I regret everything I did (and did not).
My biggest regret is not finding out the REAL truth until it was too late.