My parents met at a DC. They lived far from each other and had absolutely NOTHING in common except for the "truth". Without the JW religion I wouldn't exist.
In a better world my mother would have divorced my abusive alcoholic father when I was a baby and left the religion. Then, even though she was a narcissistic drug addict, I would have been spared much of my childhood trauma.
I would have never met my first husband who I was pressured into marrying at 17. I loved musical theater and fashion but was also very interested in business law and public speaking (a form of acting lol). Who knows what would have happened??
The only good things that came out of my being a Dub were my children. The best thing is that my surviving daughter did go to college, did have a fashion career, and now is a successful publicist living a life better than I ever dreamed of. :)