My father was never a freak witness. Not that he helped save us from our evil mother. I still have issues with that. While he sat at home on his butt, watching the Xfiles (I love that show) we sat at every meeting and were miserable. All seven of us (siblings) we raised in that religion. Only one is still attending meetings. Her and my mother don't talk at all.
Some of the things that we endured as children:
- Like most of you, we were never able to miss a meeting. I remember, when I was 16, telling my mother I did not want to attend meetings anymore, that I wanted to stay home with Dad. She told me that if I ever decided I did not want to be a witness I would have to move out.
- No Smurfs!
- I was an excellent athlete. Even if I am just a girl. I was never allowed to play sports in HS. That killed me!
- I remember giving a guy in HS my phone number. When he called me that night my mother told him that it was a business line and he was to never call back. Liar.
- One night, when I was 20 and still living at home, I went to the beach with four other witness girls. We got back at 2 in the morning. My mother was up waiting for me. She started screaming at me and ended up throwing all the dishes in her cabinets on the kitchen floor.
- I was not allowed to be a bridesmaid in my sisters wedding at the KH because I went to my prom (without permission, I snuck out).
- IT'S NOT 18, IT'S THE ROOF!!!!!!!!!!!