One thing that is certain. When I became one of Jehvoah's Witlesses, I feel I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire in so many ways. They promised that, if I joined the witlesses, they would take care of my needs for the opposite sex. Not only they japped on that promise, but they made the problem even worse than it already was. They also made it difficult for me to earn enough money to make ends meet, while usurping all my time on their field circus.
While I do not pretend that life is perfect outside the Watchtower Society, I cannot honestly say that anything has gotten worse just because I quit. Nor can I honestly say that anything actually got better just because of joining.