We ex-Jehovah’s Witnesses are part of a tribe. Knowers of a childhood, an existence that most can’t fathom
I remember being jealous of a perfect stranger - younger than me with a hand bag that cost more than I had in the bank at the time. I think she was in line ahead of me at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. When that feeling of jealousy welled up inside me it felt like - I hate her. But that didn’t make any sense.