I don’t understand…

I do not understand how you feel that by pushing your beliefs on your child that will somehow make them "come back to the fold" – by your harping and harping and nagging and lambasting and accusing. How does that make me want to go back to what it was I was raised with? How does hatred for who I am, in my soul, make me want to go back to a Religion that doesn’t believe in me at all?

It doesn’t, it didn’t, it never did.

C is now dealing with this – and it’s over. The battle has ended, again. What her mother doesn’t realize is that she pushed her away all the while claiming to be trying to bring her back.

Religion is not something I look upon fondly. Religion is not spiritual, in my humble opinion.