I was divorced with a five year old son living 1600 miles away from my family and friends when I met my husband of 32 years. He was a 3rd and 4th generation JW and was DF at that time. I found out he was a Witness because I had taken a palm reading course and I was going to read his hand and he freaked out on me and then explained why. At the time he was happy with not going to meetings. He would explain the religion whenever I would ask him questions. We laugh about the silliness of it now.
His mother invited me to two different JW weddings and of course I was loved bombed. I was getting the indrotination from his mom and their friends. I encouraged my husband to go to meetings and I went with him and started to study. There was honestly nothing that appealed to me other than the love I was feeling which only lasted a few years because we all know that will fade. I would never have gotten involved with this religion if I wasn't alone without my family and long time friends. I had a couple of new friends but no one that I was really close to.
What made it worse for me is I ended up going to work at an architectural firm with the sister who studied with me and it was a great job in so many ways but I had a lot of doubts and I felt trapped into getting baptized. I think if I were the strong person I am today I would not have taken the plunge.
I had some fun times but overall it was a living hell the 30 years I was part of it. It nearly destroyed my physical and mental health before I woke up. I nearly lost my son and his family because of this stupid cult. My relationship was very strained with my parents and sisters.
I am very thankful that today I am very close to my family and things have been repaired. They are so happy we are both out. My husband is out with me and we are very happy together and we are enjoying our life to the fullest. That is the best revenge!