Heh. Ironic, isn't it?
When I was a JW, everybody seemed to like me. I was a sweet, obedient girl who always gave the right answers at meetings. Then, one day, it was just more than I could take. I realized that Witness life was literally making me crazy -- depression, self-hatred, suicidal thoughts, the whole bit -- and stopped going. I was also tired of living a lie: the JWs taught a lot of things I simply did not believe, and I couldn't take wearing that smiling mask and pretending that I did.
My "best friend" called me after I had been gone for awhile. We talked a bit, and I tried to tell her what I was going through and couldn't. Since it's easier for me to put things in writing than it is for me to say them, I sent her an e-mail telling her how miserable I was and that I didn't want to be a Witness anymore. Thinking back to the things I said, they were definitely the words of a person having a minor nervous breakdown.
I never heard from my "best friend" again. But at least I was strong enough to keep on going.
I know of someone else, a woman who was disfellowshipped. I know that this is true because her "best friend", still an active JW as far as I know, told me herself before I left. The disfelloweshipped woman called her "best friend" in tears and begged her for help. Her "best friend" only said, "I'm sorry. I can't help you," and hung up. The woman committed suicide shortly thereafter.
JW love. It's a sad, sick joke that's ruined -- and ended -- lives.