I have bitter sweet memories. I think about my youth when I met my Ex and how I had no idea of what I was up against....the pain, the disspointment. We both were JW's and I thought I had it all.....a home, a husband, and later 2 beautiful children. At least for a while I though I had it all. It reminds me of the song, "The Dance" by Garth Brooks....that's my story he sings about.
My husband was always abusive, so I finally decided I had to be true to myself and I couldn't live like that any longer. I gave him up, my friends who I thought were people I could depend on, my familar surroundings, and a little part of myself was also left behind. But, though all this I also know that I left behind a lot of hypocrisy, lies and deception.
When I drive by any Kingdom Hall I still feel a small part of me is left behind those walls; it's those memories. I still don't feel hate for any of them.....