Connie grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness in a small town in British Columbia, Canada. After years of trying to live as a perfect Jehovah’s Witness she turned to sex and drugs as a way to be accepted by others around her. With the help of a great man who became her husband she was able to break those habits. Connie has been married for over 30 years, is a mother of 2 and grandmother. Connie runs a home daycare in Lethbridge Alberta, Canada. She also makes homemade perogies which she has turned into a business called Perfectly Imperfect Perogies. She enjoys spending her free time with family, reading and traveling. Connie is planning on writing her full memoirs and was thrilled to be a part of this book to share a small glimpse of her past experiences. If you would like to follow Connie you can find her on Facebook, twitter and Instagram. If you would like to contact Connie you can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org
By Connie Hamilton
“Sometimes we strive so hard for perfection that we forget that imperfection is happiness” ~ Karen Nave
Sitting in my car, hands sweaty, heart racing and stomach turning, I am about to walk into the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses. It’s been 27 years since I’ve seen any of my dad’s side of the family—aunts, uncles, cousins—all will be there for the funeral of my grandfather. My husband is at my side, but even though he supports and loves me, he can’t begin to understand the emotions running through my mind. Twenty-seven years ago, I left my hometown as a troubled 18-year-old Jehovah’s Witness, having been publicly reproved, labelled a sinner and shunned for my actions. The people in the Kingdom Hall I’m about to enter have all shunned me. Why would I torment myself and go to this funeral? Because my dad and mom want me there, the only people who loved me so much they could not shun their daughter...