Thinking out loud, but how many JW mothers with un-believing mates felt they had to work overtime to indoctrinate us?
My mother constantly guilted me into "serving Jehovah". And the fear of destruction was always in the back of my mind: If you date this boy you will break my heart AND be killed at Armageddon--but you do what you want to do, dear." Same speech for going to sleepovers, parties, football games (which thanks to my Dad, I never missed a "home game") ARGHHHHHH
My Dad never used any kind of guilt or fear. Maybe it's just a mother thing?
My Dad taught me to be good because it's the right thing to do. I have to wonder if my " wild phase" would have been avoided had it not been for the WT.