As a good little dub, I always trained my mind not to think negatively about such things. But one thing that did bother me when I was young was the fact that my next door neighbor, who was my best friend at the time, would die at Armageddon, just because she was not a JW.
When I got DFed, she was one of the first people I went to for comfort. We talked on the phone for hours at a time. The closest thing I've ever had to a sister really. We are still close friends and stay in touch regularly. She says it's a comfort and relief knowing I'm not a JW anymore.The other thing that bothered me was when I was DFed. I attended the meeting the announcement was made, with full intentions of trying to get re-instated. All the brothers and sisters hugged and loved on me before the meeting...knowing the announcement was coming. But after the meeting the coldness was unmistakeable and depressing. How could these friends and family be so awful when I needed them the most? What happened to the organization of love taking care of me? What happened to the God of love protecting me? I only stayed a few more weeks and then left. Haven't been back to a KH since.Andi