When I was a child being beaten bloody by my stepfather, they told me to be more obedient.
When he started putting his filthy hands on me in a sexual way, they told me that, since he didn't do it in front of two witnesses, it never happened, and to shut up about it or I'd be guilty of slander.
When I ran away from home at 15 to escape it all, they told me I could not rent a room from a kind sister because she had 3 sons I might tempt.
When one of those sons started looking out for me (he gave me food from his family's restaurant, some occasional work to earn a few bucks, and a listening ear-that's all) they told me to quit talking to him.
When I landed a job so I would not be homeless, they told me my co-workers were bad associations, and that I needed to make more meetings. Requests for a ride were refused.
When the doctors sent my mom home to die, one sister who was a close friend of mine came around to give me a break, that's it. No calls, no other visits, nothing. I brought her back from the brink all on my own, and again received counsel for missing meetings and service. When my worldly landlord stepped in to help us, I was counseled for being too "chummy" with a gay man-like it might rub off.
To hell with these hypocrites, for all their talk they never did a damn thing to help. I owe them nothing.