I was 14 when I resolved to read the entire New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures from cover to cover. Before I had finished Numbers, I was literally (in the correct sense of that word) nauseous. Apparently, Jehovah is a strong advocate of capital punishment, genocide, infanticide, and raping children. I mean, as a JW I didn't exactly have a nice 'n cuddly view of God to begin with, but this stuff really shocked me!
My beliefs were shattered and I made the imprudent decision of consulting my mother about it who, at a loss, called the elders to talk to me. I was hoping they might tell me how it was all a mistranslation or some other half-assed explanation. No such luck. An elder I had known for years, the father of my best friend in fact, assured me that everything I had read really happened. God is a frelling magalomaniacal psycopathic bastard but hey, he's all-powerful and since there aren't any other gods to run to, I had best get my shit together (Okay, he didn't exactly use those word choices, but that was the gist of his argument).
I didn't really try to argue with him much. I didn't know what to say. I kept going to meetings but didn't participate and didn't go out in service anymore. I wasn't allowed to visit my best friend anymore but, since she didn't make any effort to speak to me at the meetings, I guess I can't blame her dad for our alienation. My other friend, who had always been very macho, kinda wrote me off after I became a vegetarian and started dressing 'like a faggot'. With no friends left I had no reason to continue going to meetings so I officially left the Watchtower at 17 years of age.
I'm still a vegetarian and dress faggier than I ever dared before (I've since learned that the proper term is 'metrosexual') but my new friend is cool with it even though he loves meat and often doesn't even bother wearing a shirt. I've learned that not only can opposites co-exist, they can be best pals; something I've offered to teach my old JW friends but, so far, without success