When I was a kid there was an older couple in my KH who always sat in the same seats. Middle front row, the two seats furthest to the right. You didn't dare sit there if you knew what's good for you.
The husband was an elder and had a sweet disposition. I remember him being a gentle giant of sorts, but he may have seemed bigger to me than he actually was because I was a child. The wife, on the other hand, was a mean, spiteful, bitter creature. She still wore 1950s style hair and dress. Children were terrified of her. She had zero patience for kids who didn't behave like mini-adults. They eventually moved about 45 minutes away and changed congregations. A few years later her husband was no longer an elder. I never found out why.
Years later I found out that these folks had gotten burned during the 1975 fiasco. They'd sold off their belongings and moved to a foreign country to pioneer before the end came. They put off having children for the same reason. After the dust settled, they moved back to the states disillusioned and became inactive for a little while. By 1980 or so they were back in the witnessing game and helped found the congregation that I belonged to.
About 10 years ago my mom ran into the wife at the doctor's office and it turned out she'd been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Even though I had nothing but terrible memories of her, my heart went out to her. Now that I'm in my mid 30s I realize that her disposition was likely affected by the disappointment and disillusionment she was likely suppressing. People who can't have children (or choose not to have children) often develop a hatred of children as a defense mechanism. It couldn't have been a mistake to forgo having a family if children are awful, could it?
At the end of the day, she was duped like I was, but at least I got out in my early 20s. Something tells me she secretly wished she'd never gone back after 1975.