For me, it wasn’t a case of when I realized it was time to leave, it was when I decided that I was happier out of it. I was in a cult called Primerica. And yes, it was a bloody cult. They wanted you to only hang out with like-minded people and if your friends and family weren’t in Primerica, they weren’t worth your time, they were only a distraction. We were working, 6 days a week, 10 plus hours a day, hoping to one day “Make it”.
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HA! You think this only happens in America?
Naive child....
there are plenty of these and some are great ideas. like a charity. or the mormons. but you'll grow up one day and be on the streets and think about how you can't do everything yourself
This is the part where you bash his face in and hit the bricks.....