The only time I can remember where I enticed quite a large reaction from my mother was when I had asked her why we went to church. We are not regular church goers, and even though I believe in God and Jesus and all that good stuff, I still think that going to church does not make sense. This is because the church we were at the time going to was not a very good one. I did not feel better about myself after we left, nor did I get inspired to live my life a better way. I just dreaded going, there was no point in being in church when I didn't get anything out of it.
All of this was repeated, to my mother, and as a consequence I was both chewed out and forced to go to the terrible church every Sunday for months. My mother had very strong feelings about attending church and assumed that because I did not want to go to church, that I did not believe in God or the Bible. This led to her feeling like she had "failed" me as a mother and was unable to teach me how to be a good man when I got older. I had simply not seen the reason to go to church, when you could have a personal relationship with God, but my mom clearly thought differently.
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