When I first stopped going to meetings I was really struggling trying desperately to hold on to whatever faith I had left. At the time, I would have welcomed a "visit" and viewed it as a sign of God's love.
Well it never came, and boy am I glad they are so damn uncaring, because it forced me to assess what kind of religion would reel me in with such fervor, then leave me for dead at the first sign of struggle.
If they had the gall to come around now with a pathetic attempt to win me back now
I will go all Gloria Gaynor on their asses and sing "I will survive '"