gb,
I'm so sorry for your loss...to lose a mate is very devestating.
Along with your last post here, I left on my own accord in 1981, knowing what it would cost me. I was at one of those personal turning points in life. I was very messed up. I hated religion in general, which is really NOT a bad thing. But, then, I really had no support group. My sibblings had dispersed to very far away. I lost the friends of my youth, and the JW family. This was a big loss for me, as I had many dear friends.
Mom sent me a letter that had about ten basic questions. Did I believe Jehovah was the true god? Did I believe Jesus was his son, etc.? Did I believe god had an organization on earth, the WT society, acting as the dispensing agent for spiritual knowledge? Blah, Blah, etc. I answered each question (like a good daughter, basically telling her I didn't know what I believed anymore) Well, that was that. Cut off totally.
I had many guilt feelings, and thought, like you, that it was something terrible in me, that made me think these awful thoughts. But, in essence, no matter how I was thinking, I had to honor myself or else lose my mind. After a short period of time, my friends left me high and dry. They were frightened, and I didn't push the issue.
Like you, I lived from 1981, until around '99, when my studies of psychology, affects of cults, religions, the self analysis finally kicked in. I was the one who had been my own worst enemy, because I continued to "punnish" myself all those years.
It feels so wonderful to acknowledge my own self. To know that I am a worthy human being. I have slowly regained some very old childhood friendships, from before I was baptized in '60. These are some of my truest friends, because they welcomed me back. My mother speaks to me now, but it's all very shallow, very empty. I want to make her respect me as an adult, but she will never do that.
Well, I'm off to get ready to sleep peaceful sleep, and dream peaceful dreams. Tomorrow is another work day!
See Ya,
Karen/Sentinel