Del Taco - Fish tacos!!!
Arby's just to lick the extra sauce.
Burger King - anything with loads of onions and black pepper.
Del Taco - Fish tacos!!!
Arby's just to lick the extra sauce.
Burger King - anything with loads of onions and black pepper.
as a loyal jw, i was ready for my whole world to come to an earth-shattering halt and for life as i knew it to be gone...at the hand of my loving god.
i would sit in school in my mental bubble and numb myself to the world around me.
i grew older and entered the adult world and was aloof in my thoughts that i could not attach myself to any workmates or neighbors and put out my hand in friendship as they could be dead tomorrow and i would have to be ok with that.
TooOpinionated; Evita; Star Moore, GGG, and SWALKER:
Thank you for responding.....and nice to meet each of you through this screen. I hope to get to know each of you better. Life is amazing and nothing is an accident....including this place.
as a loyal jw, i was ready for my whole world to come to an earth-shattering halt and for life as i knew it to be gone...at the hand of my loving god.
i would sit in school in my mental bubble and numb myself to the world around me.
i grew older and entered the adult world and was aloof in my thoughts that i could not attach myself to any workmates or neighbors and put out my hand in friendship as they could be dead tomorrow and i would have to be ok with that.
As a loyal JW, I was ready for my whole world to come to an earth-shattering halt and for life as I knew it to be gone...at the hand of my loving God. I would sit in school in my mental bubble and numb myself to the world around me. I grew older and entered the adult world and was aloof in my thoughts that I could not attach myself to any workmates or neighbors and put out my hand in friendship as they could be dead tomorrow and I would have to be OK with that. I only remember a life of grey, shades of grey punctuated by flashes of color and emotion which I quickly prayed to get through and to not be tempted by the colors I had seen. I viewed these as a sign of spiritual weakness and dove back into studying and praying and a living death I called "spiritual paradise".
When I had a baby, I asked a friend who was also a father how he could cope with the thought of his children perhaps being taken, tortured or killed in the persecution. He told me he was at peace with that because his child would be in "Jehovah's hands". This was hard to numb myself to and to resign the fate of my helpless child to a God who had never protected me. But I almost succeeded. This was the chink in my armor.
After leaving that life behind I now find myself in an exploding rush of emotion and passion and life. Life the people around me think nothing of but it is almost too painful and beautiful and wonderful to endure. I am touched to the soul at the sight of people holding hands, and cry when babies laugh, and am intoxicated by the beauty around me. I am exhausted at the end of each day with the emotions I now can almost taste and the tuggings and longings I now feel to my bones. I want to see it all. I want to feel everything. I want to thank everyone who had a hand in dragging me from the lifeless shell I was in while I fought them off and never forget that gratitude.
Thank you to the posters here for extending your hands and hearts, the lurkers for your curious spirits ( you aren't seen or heard but are very much felt), and the friends I have made for being the voice on the other end of the phone pointing the way for me, and to the friends I have yet to meet (may we walk this journey together). Life is good.
just curious,if anyone dosent mind sharing..myself,id been out in the real world for 11 years,married twice,etc etc,and the 'trio of guys in bad suits' came over one night and told me that i was being charged w/adultery and fornication..my then boyfriend,and i laughed so hard that we forgot to sic the dog on 'em...funny,cause one of the guys id lived with,a few years prior,an elders son,not baptized,but in good standing,never got even so much as a stern talking to..i remember one of the last meetings i went to as a teenager.the 'trio" came to my parents house and said that i wasnt to come to meetings braless anymore,that it was disturbing the brothers and making them have impure thoughts..and that by me being in a band,in the 'world',i was opening myself to satan...what a bunch of weirdos.especialy since one of my "fondest" memories is of being out in feield service,alone w/an elder,and him having his pants open in the car,and his penis sticking out the whole time.i was like 10,and wasnt sure exactly what the issue was,guess i was a bit naive,but he kept touching it and looking at me..this was a big cheese elder at the time too..very highly thought of and all..again,what a bunch of wierdos....
I got a protective order against my ex, an elder. To obtain one we had to have a hearing in front of a judge where he actually admitted to more abuse than I had charged him with.
He refused to leave our home but could not be within 1000 feet of me so I moved out. I was brought up on charges of being an "uncontrollable woman." I asked to see the scripture that required that I be controllable. They said that question proved I was uncontrollable. They asked me to phone the judge and say I had lied on the stand...I hadn't and I informed them my ex had admitted to everything. Then they said they didn't like to get involved in "court matters" and that was it.
p.s. I appealed and won and then told them I was DF'ing them for not being Christians. There's that uncontrollable thing again.
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.....how about if we do some research, read some profiles of some posters that we don't readily recognize, and say something nice about them?.
-breck
Great idea!
You have a big heart. That's hot.
ok sometimes i feel it's good to maybe not redress the balance, but at least can you say something positive that you gained from your jw experience.
so thats what i want you to do, if you so feel inclined.
can you say or mention something that had a positive effect on you when you were a witness?
Growing up a JW I had to be fearless in the face of being different. I was by nature shy and this forced me to stand for something...even if it was something wrong. That later gave me the courage to leave.
ok, i promised!
so's not to take the other thread off topic, let's start on this here.. so: what's the dubs' most ridiculous teaching?.
i'll start.the ships of kittim.. .
Shunning: Pretending friends and family are dead when in their presence and believing this is a "loving provision" which will encourage them to return/repent. AKA: Juvenile behavior, pouting, conditional love, blackmail.
what does religion mean to you?
is it just an organised system of dogmas propagared by its adherants, is it a psycho-therapeutic system, the body of christ, or the way one lives out the things he believes?
or something else?
It has no place in my life anymore, it has been replaced by spirituality.
I see it as a crutch to the weak, and a control mechanism for the powerful.
ive been reading this forum for a long time, but this new situation has come up and now it looks like i need your help.
i thought i dodged a bullet.
my wife and i were both jws, and we both left it together.
I have been mulling this over and rethinking ideas I had about staying together for the kids.
I agree that divorce is the last resort and everything should be tried first. But I was raised in a JW household where my mother and father slept in different bedrooms since the 70's...when I was around 8 I think. THis gave me such a distorted view of marriage. On top of that, they would take separate cars to the Kingdom Hall and other places which forced my brother and I to decide who to ride with; untimately making us choose our loyalties. They didn't hold hands or kiss or even go in service together. They always sat my brother or I between them at meetings, etc. During that time I saw my dad fall in love with a really nice gal who still asks about him. They would have been perfect together. My mom flirted with every brother at the hall for attention she wasn't getting. Long story short, my mother is bitter and twisted, my father took up drinking and abused me, my brother waited until his late 30's to marry because his idea of marriage was screwed up too. I ended up rushing into a marriage to escape their home. It never ends.
If you have come to the end of the road, call it that. Just put the kids FIRST, and stay friends...which is alot more than some married couples can lay claim to. Have a plan, stick to it and respect each other. Above all, don't round up armies to support one side or the other, come to your decisions together, without using friends and family for support...which tends to make things a whole lot worse when more personalities are brought into this. The kids will see that and they will see how conflict can be resolved amicably by two adults, without vindictiveness and bitterness. You can use the worst of situations to teach the best of lessons.
i saw this in the news paper today.
busted a gut laughing.. reuters.. washington (reuters) - the white house was bombarded with questions on monday about why it failed to go public with news that vice president dick cheney shot a fellow quail hunter until the day after the accident.. the victim, harry whittington, 78, took pellets in his cheek, neck and chest when cheney fired his shotgun while aiming for a bird during a hunt in southern texas on saturday, and was in stable condition at a corpus christi hospital.. whittington was moved out of intensive care on monday afternoon but peter banko, administrator of christus spohn hospital, said he did not know when he would be discharged.. "his condition continues to be stable ... it's not critical, it's not serious.
he's in stable condition, doing extremely well," banko said.. the accident happened about 5:30 p.m. on a private ranch about 200 miles south of san antonio, where the vice president has hunted previously.
I got a giggle out of this story also.
I grew up with guns...my dad was a gun dealer/elder. He had me shoot skeet with a .22 and didn't tell me the city folks use shotguns! Where's the sport in that? It was fun coming up to the big city and playing dumb around the "boys" when they got the guns out. "Where do you put the bullet thingy?" while trying to drop one down the barrel always made them squirm.
I just got a Baretta Neo for my birthday. A .22 handgun with a rifle conversion kit. Very cool. Haven't taken it out yet.