I'd like to add this one:
(Sorry, this is long)
In the early 1980’s my sister sent me a letter asking me not to visit her or any of her family any more as I had displeased Jehovah by leaving "His Godly Organization". (In 1979 I stopped going to the Hall and when the elders came to my house, I told em’ I didn’t believe in all that Watchtower crap anymore. For this, they DF’ed me.) The last time I saw my two nephews they were just little kids and my niece was about five, I guess. That’s been some twenty years ago now. I’ve never heard a word from any of them in all this time. So be it.
Late in 1995, my wife and I had a little girl. She came into the world hard, at 13 weeks premature and weighing in at 1lb /14oz! She was in the hospital for nine weeks. The day to day struggle for her to survive was hour to hour many, many times. My wife suffered kidney failure and was very sick with a condition called pre-eclampsia (sp?) During the time my baby was fighting to live and my wife was sick and recuperating, I never got a call or a even card or any kind of support from my sister. And it wasn’t cuz she didn’t know what was going on. She knew. Well, two months later we brought little Joy home and started learning how to care for a challenged infant. About this time my JW mother informed me my sister was making a bunch of stuff to send us for the baby. When we got it, it came with a little card she had written. It was written in a tone that there was an existing relationship. But there wasn’t. There also wasn’t the first word about the fifteen years or so she hadn’t contacted me in any way after her original letter. No apology, no regret, nothing. She said she was "a little worried there for a while" (the hospital I guess) but was relieved that everything turned out OK. Imagine how overwhelmed I was by her concern? Not! She asked if we would kiss the baby Aunt Dee? What? I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t good enough for her and her family, but she was good enough for mine! Hypocritical bitch. She just wanted to enjoy experiencing my little girl, like I would have enjoyed experiencing my nephews and niece growing up. You can’t have it both ways, honey. Too little, too late.
I kept one item and gave the rest of it away. I found out through my mom that my sister became real offended that we didn’t take any pictures of the baby with the gifts she had sent, to send along to her. Unbelievable.
It’s been eight years now since Joy was born, and I still won’t consider allowing my sister into my life or my child’s life in any way. And she won’t be able to in the future either.
BTW, Joy is a healthy happy little eight year old today.