I've been lurking here off and on for a few years, figured I would introduce myself and share the Clif Notes version of my story.
I'm in my late 30's and was born in. Mom was a JW, dad wasn't. Got baptized in my teens and started dating my eventual wife. Her family was heavily involved: her dad was the PO, she had an aunt & uncle at Bethel, and lots of other aunts and uncles in our cong and neighboring congs that were MS's or elders. My heart was never too deeply into the religion and I never progressed past publisher. I didn't necessarily have doubts, I simply didn't want to go to meetings or out in service. Religion - any religion - just wasn't really my thing. I'd rather sleep in on weekends or find something else to do with my time. But I played along. Was in a congregation that had tons of people our age so we had a lot of friends. Lots of trips, weekend cookouts, that sort of thing. Life was generally fine.
Then about 6 years I was transferred to another state for work. We never really fit into our new congregation. It's in rural Ohio and the congregation is generally older, very few people our age. So we became less and less regular to the point where for 2 years we only went to the Memorial, and this year we didn't even go to that. My wife and I didn't really discuss it or make a conscience choice to stop going, it just sort of happened. We have great neighbors that we spend a lot of time with, we both have friends through work that we travel for leisure with, etc. Basically we're enjoying our "worldly" friends and have mostly fallen out of touch with our childhood witness friends, except for 1 or 2 close friends.
I recently stumbled across the CoC book, which I read. It made me sick to my stomach that I had been apart of this organization for so long. I mentioned it my wife, not exactly sure how she would react (sure, we haven't been regular for a long time, but she comes from a strong witness family and was even a full time pioneer herself for several year after we got married). She was very interested and asked for the book, and now she has read it and feels the same way I do. I also started reading Carl Jonsson's stuff and feel strongly that the 607 belief is absurd.
I'm not really sure where I go from here. For the most part I think I continue doing what I've been doing. I'm not closely associated with the local congregation and as I've said, we don't go meetings. But my mom, sister, and close friends still occassionally pester me to go to meetings. Especially my mom. She's always telling me when the CO is town, when the assemblies are, the Memorial, etc. When she asks why I don't go, I honestly don't have a good answer other than "I don't want to." But now I do have a good answer and I want to tell her. And my sister. So I'm trying to decide, the next time my mom brings it up, do I tell her that I've learned the TTATT and neither my wife nor I want anything to do with JW's again? I do think there's a fighting chance that my mom could react positively and with an open mind, and it's entirely possible that she'll see TTATT too. My dad passed away awhile back and she looks up to me for my opinion on things so I think she would hear me out. But, maybe she won't. Telling her could spawn a series of events that leads to sheperding calls would which undoubtedly lead to DF for apostasy because I wouldn't hide my feelings. And honestly I don't think I'd care if I got DF'd. Part of me wants it to be widely known that I've learned the TTATT and don't want to be associated with the JW's anymore.
So anyway, that's my story. It's nice to have somewhere to vent like this.