My last meeting was also a memorial, in 1998.
Although I had been having some lingering uncomfortable feelings for a while, I wouldn't even recognize them as doubts I don't think. But just as my issue with being a good witness. But at that meeting something just clicked. I realized that it was bunk.
I had a long conversation with my best friend in the parking lot after the meeting and told her I was never going back to another meeting. And I never have. The only time I have been back to the KH is when I have given my mom rides to their or picked her up.
I was never disfellowshipped, but I think that was due to the fact that the brothers in my hall didn't see a whole lot of value in a single mother in their hall, unless you were a pioneer of course. I wasn't being an apostate so there was nothing to quiet down. They never even offered to do a sherparding call.
I had a few conversations with my friend after that, and they always ended with her saying "If you want to see me come back to the KH." She literally lived around the corner...about 1000 feet from me. Our house was directly across the street from a street that had several witness families on it. It was nicknamed "witness row".
I am glad now, of their apparant apathy, because it made it easier for me to fade, and for my mother to accept my non Witness husband. (After we were married, we moved back into my same apartment, and had xmas tree in the window, directly facing "witness row" for 4 years. Ahhh...it was a wonderful thing.) It is a shame that my witness "Friends" don't realize that I am not disfellowshipped. I do miss a few of them.
I have been fortunate that my departure has been not as difficult as most here, and I really appreciate others sharing their stories.