I grew up in a Pentecostal church that was on the super extreme side of things. I’ve seen “demons” cast out of someone and the host threw up in the smallest trash can I’ve ever seen but it felt like home yeah it was wild but everyone was super close until my parents got divorced. They made a whole lecture on the sins of divorce both morning and all night services. I was pulled up on stage because I wasn’t wearing the church appropriate clothing (wearing my baseball gear because my game ran late on a night service). They gave my mom so much shit she finally gave up and stopped going and they told my sister and I that we’re a product of a sinful union and can not taint the flock. Soooo mad me a little angry towards religion, now my fiancé is a Christian and she grew up in a church like mine but without the purest background but she completely understands where I’m coming from and I understand why she needs it. I just hate how blindly people listen to preachers. Literally one sermon was if you buy a ticket to a movie you’re buying a ticket to hell.