Thanks guys,
I am not usually feeling sorry for myself, It just get's to this day and I remember when I was six years old, and I walked out all sleepy headed that morning and turned on Sesame Street, and there was a cartoon of a little girl doing cartwheels, saying, "Six,Six, I'm six years old today" and my mother turned to me and said, "Your six today!" That was it. No appreciation for the gift that God gave her (and I was a gift ), no realization that God did and does celebrate my birth. Just... your six today...
While most children at least got to feel special one day a year, I got shoved into JWism. I think that was the last time I remember being slightly alive until I left almost 20 years later.
I have pretty much gotten on with my life, I have started a company, I have a wonderful husband, some great friends, and I love to celebrate others birthdays, and holidays, It just gets me down sometimes, when I look at my little brother who turned 13 on thursday, and all I could do was get him a balloon cause he can't feel special, he's just a JW. It kills me.
Dave, I am going on a green bible hunt, and I'm gonna start doing my laudry at a mat. That's awesome advice. thank you
K