Yeah, I remember being the VICTIM of the gossip!
When I got involved I was this pretty, young little thing with an abusive husband and three little baby girls. Of course, everyone love bombed me and felt sorry for me because of my "P-ersecution" with a capital "P" by my unbelieving mate and family.
As long as I was dragging my little babies out in service during the week people would buy them "service shoes and clothes" because my P-ersecuting husband refused to do it.
I loved to go out for coffee after the meetings with the friends and service at least gave me something to do since I had no life.
I remember I felt soooo loved by the "friends."
I didn't know that I became the "topic" when I wasn't around.
I guess some sisters were jealous because their husbands used to pay attention to me and the young brothers used to like to hold my babies in their laps during meetings LOL. One brother got counselled because he pushed my stroller.
I don't know when I started getting the "evil eye" from sisters when I had to walk to the back because my eldest had to go pee during the meeting. Or when I would be at the service desk and the brothers behind it tripped all over themselves to say something "witty". I was all smiles. But boy could I feel the evil stares!
Then came the "well-meaning" comments, "Why don't you sit in the back?" "Why don't you spank your kids?" "Don't let your one-year-old twins bring a toy in their stroller out in service..." "You shouldn't wear sundresses because they show too much skin." "You shouldn't wear skirts with slits in them...." "You shouldn't wear slide shoes" "You shouldn't give the young brothers hugs" (Even though *they* hugged me not the other way around.) "You're distracting the brothers..." And on and on and on.... Guess it's up to the woman to control the impulses of the men in this org.
Well, the shit hit the fan when I got my divorce and suddenly I was "scripturally free to remarry." Well right away I started dating a brother who was a bit younger than me. (He was the one who pushed the stroller LOL) Much to the chagrin of his pioneer, elderette mother.
The elders had been "working" on this brother for years and he was finally "doing something in the truth." They were about to appoint him as an MS.
Well, first I was counselled. Then HE was counselled. All of a sudden, where did the LOVE go?
All of a sudden I was just this "bimbo" going to meetins to "find a mate." I was also a "jezebel influence." And we were "bringing reproach on Jehovah's name."
Why? I don't know. Maybe because they themselves were miserably married. Maybe because other sisters had tried for several years to "snag" him. Maybe just because the elders had someone else in mind for him. Like they told him, "Out of all the pioneer sisters in the area why are you going for her?" "Why don't you go for someone who was brought up in the truth?" I guess I was just a piece of crap or something. Wish they would have told me that when I was just a study.
Well, I'm happy to report that we are now in our sixth year of marriage and we're going stronger than ever. My girls view him as a true father. And all of those people basically got the bird from us.
Isn't it great to be free?