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My mother stayed with a violent alcoholic who tried to kill us on many occasions. She went to the elders about it, I remember the meeting with the elders, they said she couldn't leave as my father was her "head" and she had to take what he dished out to please Jehovah (gee, makes me really luv jehovah) and as a witness to others. Makes me want to tear my hair out!!!
We lived a life of terrible poverty, not helped by anyone in the congregation by the way, except for one family that was kind to us. Eventually my mother got a divorce anyway, but the damage was done, we were almost grown up, too late for us to have any kind of decent family life.
Then, to show she never learned a lesson, she married an elder, a nice old guy who eventually developed Alzheimer's. I asked my mom once why she didn't get the roof fixed, they certainly had enough money. She said, "Ken says not to." I said, "Ken has Alzheimer's, mom. When are you going to make your own decisions?" She said (and this is priceless!!!)"when the elders say I can." Makes me want to scream.
I once sat next to a table of six or seven women in a restaurant. They looked like christian wives: permed hair, flowery dresses, stockings and low heels, some how it screamed "christian." They were talking about submission, and they seemed to be trying to outdo each other in telling their stories about how hard it is to be submissive. They weren't complaining, they were showing off. I wanted to puke and to walk over and scream at them "what the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you hear how crazy this conversation is? If you believe in God, why do you think he gave you a brain?"
