It's always a big deal when old folks study with the Witnesses, then realize their lifetime religion is false; what's the result? They "come into the Truth." Makes the JW headlines.
What about us who have become old timers and realize the same, but regarding "the Truth" -- the truth about the Truth?
That's where I am; my entire family followed me into the JW faith 50 years ago. Nieces and nephews who never came into the fold, well, we can talk freely. I'm circumspect and respectful toward my JW siblings and, somehow, we are very close.
It just about did me in when I saw a photo of my grandchild on Facebook in cap and gown. I'm certain that 99% of those attending the commencement exercises were JWs in good standing. Obviously, I was not contacted. Gifts, letters, e-mails, phone messages go unacknowledged.
Seeing all my JW kids and longtime friends on Facebook became too much. I get it; why should they include me in their activities when it was I who abandoned them?
And to think, I was one of those eaten up with the zeal for Jehovah. I wanted to save people. Now, here I am, not allowed time with my grandchildren.
I've been bitten in my proverbial butt.