When I discovered the lies and slander going on behind my back in 2000 after being DFd, I just silently made plans to move away to a new province. From Saskatchewan to British Columbia in Canada. I stopped by to see my daughter who lived in Vancouver and her words were: "I thought I told you never to speak to me again!" and I replied, "Sweety, that religion teaches conditional love." We haven't spoken to each other since.
It took about twelve years before my jdub brother, an elder, called to see if he could visit. We met in a restaurant. I didn't want him at my home. We didn't talk religion, just mindless stuff. He didn't tell me one important thing: that my son and his wife had a baby and I was a grandma. How evil do you have to be to treat your own sister that way?
But karma is a cruel taskmaster.They were out camping and something went off the rails. His wife took their two daughters, called a cab, and caught a flight home. By the time bro/elder got home, she had a restraining order put on him and changed the locks on the house. I don't know the details of what happened. No one will say, but his wife is now divorcing him.