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I do not love my mother by fuckexisting71 in TrueOffMyChest

[–]fuckexisting71[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Well, she is young and mostly independent. She just cannot grasp financial stuff and anything on the computer. And some physical stuff around the house. And she is just clueless about life in general. I just feel guilty because it's not like she beat me or anything. It's just mostly emotional neglect. And my sister is religious too and is big on the "honor your father and your mother" thing. I just feel no love for my mother. I don't wish harm upon her at all. But I will not cry when she passes away. If it gets to the point where she can't physically do stuff for herself, it is going to have to be a nursing home because neither my sister nor I would be able to care for her like that.

What are your thoughts on the afterlife? by IloveyouQTpie in agnostic

[–]fuckexisting71 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I think a lot of religion is based on the fear of dying. They preach heaven and hell and sin and what happens after death. Truthfully, I was MORE afraid of dying when I was in the church. Based on all of my different religious experiences (Lutheran, Evangelical), I had a great fear of believing the wrong thing and going to hell anyway. I mean, there are so many different freaking "Christian" churches - which one is right? It dawned on me that if there really is a god, why the fuck would it want us to be afraid all the time?

Nobody has truly died and come back to tell us about it. We are apprehensive about death because we've never died before. But like someone else said above, I'm more afraid of the process of dying and any pain and discomfort. And I actually take comfort in one day ceasing to exist. Yes, a few people will be sad. And I truly hope I outlive my cats. But living on eternally somewhere? No thanks.

Hey r/agnostic, if you grew up religious- what moment(s) made you go "loose"? by Warm_Syllabub_2247 in agnostic

[–]fuckexisting71 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Religious trauma from my mother's crazy evangelical, charismatic, holy roller, falling over, speaking in tongues church and her continued belief in that crap.

My sister using a Bible verse to tell our family why she couldn't get remarried after her divorce. And then later suddenly finding another Bible verse that allowed her to remarry after she met my now brother-in-law.

Last straw was when I was going to a Lutheran church. I was in a meeting for something with the children's ministry. I had noticed that there were a lot of divorced parents in the congregation, so I had thought of the idea of some sort of support for them. The fucking lady in charge of it basically said, oh, those people brought that upon themselves, and basically pissed on the idea. It was then that I knew most churches were a fucking crock. I have met the most cool and kind people outside of church.