I know I must be different but after my first four years of marriage serving where the need was great, being at Bethel was wonderful.
While I was pioneering with 10 other pioneer only two of which could stand the fact that I was alive breathing person one of them being my husband all the other hated my guts and made that quite clear to me, I was so depressed pioneering I used to wonder if I slit my wrist while I was out in service would any one notice or care. I passed out once while in service and the sister I was with got ticked off at me for upsetting her day.
Pioneering was hell we had one nut case MS that went crazy and was threatening to kill my husband and myself he would come in to where I worked and tell me I was as good as dead. Where we lived marijuana was one of the cash crops grown and the last thing these marijuana farmers wanted was some stupid JW snooping around and a lot of the JW's did snoop believe it or not, so we had guns drawn on us a lot while out in service.
Anyway after being in a place that hated me Bethel was not that bad, at least I did not fear for my life.
It took me about a year to really understand Bethel was not what it seemed. I truly think I was just so glad to get away from really crazy stuff that the crazy stuff at Bethel seemed OK in comparison.
Pioneering was hell compared to Bethel, plus I at least go to eat meals with my husband something that never happened when we pioneered.
Cult Classic is right though having a bad table head would make you Bethel life hell.