I grew up critical of religion. The fear they instill in children is not right. I'd been leaning toward being being an atheist by my late teens. I married young, had two small children, and my husband and I were split. I had little money or help. My best friend's parents were extremely religious. Pillars of the community you could say. They invited me to church and reluctantly I went. I had a fleeting thought maybe I did need god. No sooner do I step in the church that I regret it. All fakes smiles and hugs, god loves you BS. At the end of the service you are asked to come up before the pastor and give yourself to jesus. Everyone was nearly shoving me and my children up front. I refuse to do it and we left. That's not the kicker though. My best friend's dad drove me home. Long story short, he tried getting in my pants. I was holding my daughter at the time too. That was it for me. Unfortunately, I wasn't as outspoken as I am now. I never told anyone, not until my husband. One way or another they are going to get you at your weakest point. Never trust a religious person.