When my Mom was sick and close to dying I had moved back to the cong. I became a JW in, for the added support of people who knew me and knew my personal situation. My Mom lived 5 hours' drive away so it was common for me to, after working full time all week, do quick weekend trips up to see her (at least 2 a month in her final months). The KH was in the middle of renovations, so the meetings were being held at odd times and in a different KH. So instead of Tuesday/Thursday/Sunday, they were Friday night, Saturday a.m. and Sunday night. Needless to say, with me leaving town on Friday afternoon and coming home exhausted Sunday night, I wasn't making a lot of meetings. I got the call to go when Mom declined, then spent a week following her death dealing with funeral arrangements, etc. The congregation sent a large bouquet to the funeral (my parents were not JWs), which I thought was very loving. I got back and when I made my first meeting, came across an older sister, known for speaking her mind with little tact. Even knowing this about her, I still couldn't believe her comment to me. Her: "Oh, you're visiting again." Me: "I'm in this hall." Her: "Well, we never see you." Me: "My Mom has been ill and just died." Her: "Yes, I heard about that." And without another word, she turned around and walked off. Not a single word of condolence, or even a "oh, well I can see that, then". I remember standing there feeling like all I wanted to do was walk out and never return. I should have then. No matter how many people supported me, no matter how much good some of them did, that one incident, and many that followed in a similar vein, really showed me the judgement and lack of love some people display. Because I wasn't regular at meetings, I was being judged. That attitude prevailed all through the next 3 years before I finally left. And all the while I had everyone telling me that my 'worldly' friends (all 4 of them online) didn't know how to love. They showed me more support from halfway around the continent than people who were close enough to hug me. I still boggle at that.