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And our first story comes from Sunflower Mama 97 who says, I the A-Hole for not wanting to

force my children to go to church every Sunday.

Forgive formatting, I'm on mobiles, also sorry for the length, wanted to make it as clear as

possible.

TTA, kids are two years old and eight months old. I 27 female and my husband 30 male

have two kids. My husband and I both grew up Catholic but had very different experiences within

the church growing up. Even though we grew up attending the same church with the same community.

His family was the example of a good Catholic family. Parents still married happily,

a good amount of kids there every Sunday. For our small farm community, they were what others

should want to be. Service only behind the scenes. They are nothing like what they portrayed

at church. I was born out of wedlock by a teen mom and grew up in a broken home. We adopted

but parents later divorced. Due to that I was often the butt of gossip around the church

and was often told to my face that I was going to hell just for being born. But my mom still

forced me to go every week, Wednesday and Sunday, even though at a young age led me to coming

home crying. She forced me to volunteer and participate in numerous activities to try and

prove my worth. I have zero issues with my faith. I still believe in the Catholic religion. My

issue is with the church itself. I pray regularly, occasionally listen to Mass,

but I don't feel like I need to show my face in the building to be the whole and complete in my

faith. Recently, my husband's best friend, 29 male, got into religion again after years of nothing.

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