Im in Washington visiting my grandpa - this is only the 6th time Ive seen him in my 32 years of life thanks to my controlling & over zealous JW father. My grandpa is 87 years old - his memory is slipping but he still talks about when my mom joined the JWs. She was 16 - she met a girl in high school & wanted to be her friend - this girl explained to my mom that she was a JW & couldnt associate w/my mom unless she became a JW. Unfortunately my mom began studying, going to meetings & eventually was baptized. My grandparents thought this interest in god/religion was great! They had no idea the cult she was getting into. After my mom turned 18 she moved to Bismarck ND to serve where the need was greater. The Bismarck congregation was small & lifeless - my mom brought spark into the congregation & influenced people to go door to door. It was also when she met my father. My mom was beautiful - movie star beautiful...my dad was heavier set & nerdy. I suppose she fell for him because he was so pathetic. After the I dos where said my father put the ball & chain on my mother. He forbid her from calling her parents here in WA. Growing up we only visited twice - once when I was 5 & again when I was 14. Visited is a term I use lightly. My dad made frequent stops along our 1200 mile journey to purposely waste time - the more time we spent at rest areas handing out tracts the less time we had to spend with our non believing family. My dad wouldnt allow my mom to even go for a walk alone with my grandpa. Us kids where held back from playing w/our cousins & reminded bad association spoils useful habits - I remember sitting on the floor watching my cousins play outside in my grandpas yard. I bawled when we left after only spending 2 days with our grandpa & aunt, uncle & cousins - I remember crying hard leaving when I was 5 & my dad pulling our van over as soon as we where out of town & spanking my bare butt in front of traffic for loving those worldly people. My mom was allowed to call my grandpa once a year - my dad stood directly beside her monitoring every word & mouthing to her to hang up after a few minutes. Us kids where NOT allowed to say hello. I snuck a call to my grandpa once when i was a kid. I left a message on his voice mail. My dad saw the charge on our phone bill & my mom suffered at his hand for it. When i confessed it was me that made the call i was beaten. So here i am at my grandpas & this is hanging in his bathroom. It was the last fathers day gift he received from my mom. It breaks my heart because I know he misses her.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 16:20:31 +0000
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