I can recall from a very early age, that before just about every meeting, our family would be on edge while getting ready. Often some of the very worst of our personalities would show themselves. We would argue and sometimes be downright verbally abusive with each other. And sometimes it would not subside until we entered the parking lot of the KH. Then, of course, we would pretend everything was okay.
We always thought that this was "Satan the Devil" trying to stumble us into not going to the meetings. It made sense from the standpoint of the JW paradigm. Of course!
In retrospect, I think something different was happening. Our hearts were trying to tell us that something was wrong, very wrong. This is a very difficult, almost impossible, thing to see while caught up in it all.