For me, it was at the Hall. It was an evening meeting. I felt a kind of mental surge within me brewing and I got and went to the men?s room. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. While I didn?t actually speak, I stood there looking at my reflection while telling myself that this (JW life) wasn?t right for me. I don?t belong here. I splashed some cool water on my face and made the determination that I was going to walk out and never come back. I walked back over to where I had been sitting and told my then JW wife that I was going home and for her to catch a ride with her mom. I walked out the door and never walked back in again. Damn, but that was a great feeling.
The best thing about being in a cult, is the day you make the decision to leave it!