Hello everyone, it's been quite a while since I was last on this forum. Originally I was under a different user name, but lost all that information when I moved to a different state. Anyways, I had left the JWs back in 2001, after being raised up in it most of my childhood life. I don't know if they still use this term, but back then my husband and I sent in our dissociation letters. At the time I had done quite a bit of research to make sure I was making the right decision, after all quite a few of both my husband's and myself, our relatives are JWs. As a result of our decision, our children were able to grow up to be true to who they really are. They are both two well adjusted young men who are very happy with their lives, who haven't had to deal with the heartache of being cut off from their loved ones. They were quite young when we came to this decision. Those relatives are nothing but strangers to them.
Anyways, most of the time I'm perfectly fine, but there are times such as today, I feel that those PEOPLE love poking at wounds that have long since closed. At the moment it feels more like they are poking a bear with a stick, and me being the bear, a very grumpy bear, one that is just waking up from it's hibernation. Not to go into too much detail, but what is going on, we are having a family reunion. Most of those attending will be non-JWs, but they are jumping though hoops for the few JW relatives that are going to be there. I was informed just the day before this was to take place, that for a couple of hours of the reunion, we are allowed to be there, and then we have to leave. So the JW relatives won't throw a stink and make a big scene, like they did the last time. At the moment I'm in half a mind to not even bother, yet on the other hand I have always refused to play by their (JW) games.