We recently had an ex-Mormon meeting in Birmingham, England. It was very successful. We all had a great time.
It was not until Tuesday severla days later, when I was walking along a rural road not far from our house to release an insect in some woodland, that a thought struck me with such force that I had to stop, momentarilly, to take stock of my situation.
I had suddenly realised that the meeting with fellow ex-Mormons was the first time I had EVERY sat chatting to a group of people who didn't need the others in the group to tell them how they felt. They already knew. Because they had gone through it themselves
That was a most exilerating experience. Thank you!