I was 44. It took a child molester moving into the hall to have it finally hit me in the head that this could in no way be the "truth".
Looking back I can now see that I always had some doubts even in my teens but I shelved them, I was a lot like Blondie said that I just kept getting slapped down and kept going back for more slapping thinking it was my fault.
The pedophile moving in finally made me realized that it was not me but a horribly flawed and screwed up religion that was causing my problems.
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