When I realized how much time I wasted - 21 years and putting my kids through hell - I cried and cried. The guilt led me to the point of suicide. And then I got help. I've had many talks w/my kids who told me, "Mom. We know you did what you thought was best." That made me feel a little better and I love them to pieces for being so forgiving. But to this day, I still have a hard time forgiving myself and wasting so much precious time when they were growing up w/o enjoying holidays and putting up w/crap from other kids and teachers, and not having worldly friends.
That is why I spend a lot of my time with them and their families (my grandkids). I feel "alive" once again and now enjoying life, peaceful times and self-worth. All of that was taken away before from this religion. It's something that I have to continually remind myself that we will be o.k. We will survive.
I accept that I've been very, very lucky (single, no kids, still young, always did pretty much what I wanted anyway) and many, many, many others have not been so lucky and did not laugh or find it funny when they realised that they had been duped. I do not mean to downplay anyone elses experiences related to this. I am pleased for you about your children. In a similar way, I do not feel any differently about my parents - i was not allowed to do a lot of the things "normal" kids did (sports, going to kids houses etc), but I know my mum and dad had my bests interests at heart. Better that than to not take any interest at all. I just hope they will be reasonable when I finally "come out" as an unbeliever. Dad will probably be ok. Mum will be heartbroken. I wonder how my friends will react? My grandparents? I wonder if I'll find it funny in the months ahead?
It is a strange feeling to discover that everything you had been brought up to believe as infallable "truth" is, in fact all wrong.