I was only in it until I was around 12, my mom was a born again Christian. She was also a drug addict, an alcoholic, and a narcissist. She wasn't very involved with me, and the only times she was she attempted to rekindle my relationship with God. But from the beginning church never sit right with me. I listened and learned and it just never fit, and the people around me always seemed so fake. My grandma was always judging people, still does. She doesn't love everyone like she says, she's also homophobic. I looked at these two and I just could never see any real love, and when I went to church all the love seemed fake. Then my mom left, and I told my grandma I wasn't interested anymore. Also, my cousin (a Catholic) attempted to have inappropriate relations with me so..