They pay lip service to love. Being that we were dirt poor most of the time I was in the lie we were left out a lot of the times. We did receive a few invitations over the years, I can count them on my hands with fingers to spare. For some reason I expected real friendships to develop after these 'gatherings' but only two sisters really took an interest and became real friends to me personally. The rest were either cliqued up or lonely loners. One friend faded by the time I left and the other just left me completely alone when I began to fade. To this day, if she sees my children who were never baptised she treats them like they're dfd too.
Then there were the jokes and laughter at our poverty striken state. Imagine how humiliating it is to drive up to the KH in a 79 rusty, loud, LTD and see the 'friends' snickering at your ride. How arrogant and stupid. Real love has manners and respects the dignity of others.
(sweet tee of the 'I gets no love' class)