I married my husband because I totally loved him but I wish that there had been per martial counseling, because I would not have went through with it. Love is not enough when it comes to this cult.
So much of the time I truly wonder if he loves me as the religion always came first in our marriage even in the most stupidest ways. If I did not feel well I still had to go to the meetings, I cannot even begin to count how many hours I spent sitting in the car waiting for him in elders meetings. God forbid that he take me home and of course no one in the hall would give me a ride home, even ones who lived close to us and since it was a county hall I just could not walk home as we lived 15 miles from the hall.
Not to mention money and work, he felt that Jehovah would give us what we needed and it might be just a slice of bread a day.
I look back on my life and think what a waste. I had not a clue what I was getting into.
LITS