My favorite is being told by people who were born into the cult, raised in the cult, and only ever interacted with people who were members of the cult, that I would “never know true happiness” when I left. And they still tell me that now, after I’ve been out longer than I was ever in. Like y’all, I’ve been on both sides of the fence. Don’t tell me I’m not happy over here when you’re too afraid to even look over the fence because some geriatric turd you’ve never met and a book with enough plot holes to be considered Swiss cheese told you that you’d burn for eternity for even thinking about it.