I don't recall the last meeting I attended as a JW. I was born in, and meetings defined my life. After I was DF'd and reinstated, I kept attending, but my heart was no longer in it. The turning point was Memorial, 1996 when I didn't attend. To not attend the Memorial was pretty much considered the worst action of all. My family went ballistic. I made the mistake of letting my children (aged 11-17) attend, which prompted my family to try and force them back into the religion.
The consequences were pretty ugly, profound and long-term. Fortunately my children saw through the hypocrisy and stuck by me.
I"ve only been in a hall twice since then. Once when my aunt died, and last year when my mom died. Made me ill to listen to the JW crap about how the most important thing in her life was her religion, and how they turned her funeral into a JW propaganda session. One of my daughters went and stayed in the bathroom the whole time, unable to even listen to it.