I still remember the first time I commented on this board with nervous fingers barely able to press the keys. What triggered my entry into the forbidden was the orchestrated disfellowshipping of my then 21 year old son.
Well, he's now 51, with a supportive wife, two genius sons who will never see the inside of a Kingdom Hall.
My first wife of 49.5 years, loyal and supportive to a fault, passed away 5 years ago.
In 2019 I married a young filipina, 33 years my junior, a nominal Catholic. My life with her has simply been amazing and I treasure every moment. She's a travel nurse, and while not particularly religious, she feels a need to visit basilicas in every city we visit; Chicago, Des Moines, St. Paul, Brownsville, TX, etc., telling me she wants to "thank someone."
I tag along, admiring the architecture, the paintings of the apostles, Jesus, Mary, etc. Typically a priest will give a talk the rough equivalant of a TMS student talk. It's funny, but, in terms of actual spirituality, I feel something here that I never felt in 50 odd years at the Kingdom Hall. Occasionally, a church member will speak to us and we exchange pleasantries. Sometimes, as we exit, some sort of church offical will thank us for coming. I'm not joining anything. LOL! But, still, this superficial participation calms the "worship" side of my brain more than 20 odd years of 100 hours per month field service.