The worst year of my life was unquestionably the one where I faced up to what I was witnessing in the behaviour of M and his family. I knew--as one does--that this was simply not the behaviour of the spiritually "superior". These people were more like gangsters. (Where was the love?)
The easy road would have been to ignore what I was seeing. Walking away from M was very, very costly. It just happened to be right, in the sense of being honest and ethical.
I chose integrity over blind faith. Of course, like all exes, I'm now vastly happier than I ever was as a premie--let's face it, the premie life is insane.
Here's your choice, Jonx: integrity--where you face facts--or a fool's paradise where you "deal" with doubts by pretending they're not there. (Of course, M has declared facing facts a sin, which makes things kinda hard for you.)
As for exes grappling with doubts--don't kid yourself. I've had no doubts about M for decades.
Neville B
