My reasoning for falling in the bottomless pit of JW belief is that I was weakened. They caught me at just the right damned time.
A 13 year old boy's father dies, and someone tells him he can see him again if he lives by bible principles...He will most likely believe it. I did.

My father probably would have given me a well-deserved slap upside the head for pulling the blinders up. By joining Jehovah's witnesses, I went against everything he ever taught me. "Think for yourself, son..." He would say. "Don't ever let another man tell you what's right or wrong." He, for lack of better words, was DAMN STRAIGHT. Had I followed his advice, I wouldn't have wasted 52,560 hours of my life thinking and preaching about figments. My father always, always respected and encouraged my ability to think.

Why I stayed? I was dependent. No options. Was I to run away? To who? Satan's world?

Now that I KNOW that neither the Jester God of the bible nor the Serpent-like antagonist exist, I'm free to make decisions that will benefit myself and those around me. As I type, I'm making efforts to get my life together.

I still think 13 year-old six was an utter imbecile, though.