I did enjoy meetings. Without sarcasm, I actually did enjoy
having shallow conversations before and after the meetings. Sure, I knew none
of them were true friends, but somehow, I still enjoyed seeing them every week
or 3 months (at assemblies). This summer, I actually drove to Cornwall
(Ontario, Canada) where we had our district conventions and reflected on how I
actually miss some of these people.
As for the talks, I’d say that on average, I was in
agreement with about 60 to 70 percent of their content and as such, did enjoy these
things. Back then, I had fooled myself to believe that I constantly needed to
be reminded to be a good person in order to actually be one.
However, towards my last active year, it became difficult
and going to these meetings became a chore. I was increasingly sensitive to
talks placing the Organization as equal to God. I started counting how many
times they would say “Faithful slave” and “governing body”. How these man
imposed an unscriptural authority over the conscience of others. How they lied
about the world and other religions. How they happily exposed the sins of
others, and hid their own. How they almost rejoiced at disasters occurring around
and in the world, using such stories to offer a “false security” feeling to
their members. How they frequently spoke in half-truths, etc.
As time went one, these things became unacceptable and appalling
to me when my kids started to repeat these things, like absolute truths.
Finally, when I realized I was spending my meetings taking
notes of everything I wanted to “explain” to my kids later, that is when I
realized it was time to stop.