Just seen this on Exjw Reddit - sickening beyond belief!
Long story short, we have not seen hubbys non identical twin nephews (Jeremey and Jerome) since we gave the middle finger to the JW's 7 or 8 years ago. We last saw our nephews when they were 9 or 10ish. Memory little hazy here. They are now 16, and will be 17 in November. Since we left, hubbys side of the family (and mine) cut off contact with EVERYONE. Like, we are non persons to them.
I have tried to reach out to mine and his nieces and nephews over the years, only to be blocked at every turn.
Well, the oldest twin boys, just ending their sophomore year of High school, according to what we have pieced together, sneaked down stairs to the living room last night and watched the A&E documentary.
This morning, my brother in law and his wife asked them what they were watching on TV-they are SUPER TRIPLE STRICT with the kids. Like....not allowed to date even at 16 without mom and/or dad there. Curfew on a non school night is 7pm. Curfew on a school night is 5pm. Sheltered as holy fuck.
No TV period, unless it's like the arts channel that shows ballet dancing and selections from various operas or the hallmark channel. ONLY. The end. That kind of parents.
Long story short, the boys fess up they don't want to be JW's anymore. Huge, massive blow up happens at the breakfast table. This, from what I've been told, is the tail end of the boys trying to make an exit from the church, trying to buy as much time as they could until they could get on their feet. The A&E thing, them watching and the blow up....was just....the last straw.
Next thing we know, hubby is getting a call at 6:30 am our time (his brother lives about 1000 miles from us) saying he and his wife have kicked the boys out of their home and he dropped them off at the nearest gray hound bus station and we need to come collect them.
Fast forward 10 hours. A criminal attorney at our church whose wife is an ex JW- helped us get the proper papers done on a whim (guess he knew the right people to talk to...at this point, I'm not asking how the fuck he pulled off power of attorney or whatever the hell these papers are called out of his ass in a matter of 3 or 4 hours.) Hubbys brother did give us the courtesy of telling us which gray hound bus station the boys got dropped off at, but he refused to buy them tickets anywhere.
I tried calling some of my family-and hubbys family while he called the attorney and tried to get a hold of the boys-and the too long didn't read version of it-the boys are evil fucking bastards who, as hubbys mom put it “does not love Jehovah and is not worthy of his love any longer.”
SO.....fast forward to 6 pm on a Weds night night, hubby, me, our 2 kids are driving to the amtrack train station 45 minutes away after figuring out where the twins were, getting them a cab to the train station, paying for 2 one way tickets to get them here to us. The boys have been able to borrow a cell phone for a few minutes every couple hours to call us. Sobbing, upset and confused....and not sure why we're so willing to welcome them with open arms when their family turned their backs on them.