FairlySunny

So first of all, I hope this is the right section for me to post this. I just wanted to start a discussion on progressive Christianity. What it is, how it is viewed, by ex Christians like myself and by still current Christians who may be progressive or otherwise. I’ve really only seemed to come across fundamentalist evangelicals on here, but liberal progressive Christians, if you’re out there on here, hey I guess come on out. I’ve come across a few articles and testimonies on here that address more progressive Christianity by ex Christians, and I agree with their general premise that progressive Christianity often seems to be a gateway to a complete exit from Christianity itself. I guess a definition for progressive Christianity would be helpful? It seems to have different meanings to different people though. You start with being okay with gay people as Christians, then not believing in hell. Then only believing in Jesus and the good things he did, then believing that the Bible can have errors. But it just all seems to fall apart to me. Maybe it’s how I grew up, but granted I think most of us on here were taught that: being gay is a sin, that hell is real, that God is good, and that the Bible is the infallible word of God. And I think most Christians on here believe those things as well. So it’s a bit confusing to take those things out of Christianity, what do you have left? I know the Bible has been mistranslated here, and rephrased to say this there, and that we have copies of copies, not even the originals, but if you don’t believe in hell, if you don’t believe being gay is a sin, if you don’t believe God is good, what do you have left? Seems to be missing some steps to me. I just can’t wrap my head around progressive gay clergy’s or Christians who don’t feel the need to evangelize. When they only focus on the good deeds of Jesus, do they just forget that if they believe in the trinity Jesus was responsible for horrible things in the Old Testament as well? Or if they don’t believe in the trinity, then they worship multiple gods or versions of gods? I just don’t understand at that point why you would still call yourself a Christian. When you’re aligning yourself with Unitarians (which I have seen some progressive Christians do) , why even call yourself a Christian still? What’s the point? My take: believing in Jesus still brings them comfort and they aren’t willing to let go of that. Jesus is a comforting disguise that God wears to try and convince people that he’s good. But he isn’t and he never was. My relationship with Jesus was one of the last things that I had to let go of in Christianity. And it was something I grieved. Because for so long it was real to me. And I think for a lot of us exes on here it was too. That doesn’t make it objectively real and looking back I know that’s not what it was and there were reasons why I was feeling those things in my “relationship with Jesus” but it still felt real to me at the time. And I think this has been said before but I think that’s what’s happening to a lot of Christianity. People are tired of being shamed and guilted into their “salvation”. They want to be able to live their identity. Their lives. They don’t want to believe in a horrible hell for people who think different than them. But they still want the comfort that they think Christianity gives them. So I guess this is where Progressive Christianity comes from? I know many Christians believe in annihilation versus hell anyway, and many biblical scholars say this too, but it just scrambles my brain a little bit when I see Christians going to seminary, talking about how being gay is fine, that hell isn’t real, that rapture anxiety is bad, and that the Bible is riddled with errors. But they still call themselves Christians. It just confuses me. I know these people are far more likely to be lovely and kind than their fundamentalist counterparts, but they confuse me nonetheless. Like if you think the Bible has errors, how do you still chose to believe in it? I know all Christians pick and chose what they believe in from the Bible, even if they won’t admit it, but most aren’t that up front about it. It’s such a watered down version of what most Christians would call themselves that I don’t see the point in calling it that? Why not just call yourself someone who agrees with some things Jesus said and you like to communicate with an idea of a spirit or higher consciousness sometimes? Plenty of people do or believe similar things without tying it to Christianity. You can believe Jesus is good, and that being gay is fine, but if you still call yourself a Christian I can still show you in the Bible where God was specific about shellfish and fabric but was silent on most rapes and all racism. How slavery is justified. That‘s your God. That’s your Christianity. Take it or leave it. Take him or leave him. That’s where I’m at with it. I know most fundamentalists (hey guys) HATE progressive Christians because they’re “twisting the Bible” but are also generally nicer people. So if you guys are out there, Christians, any type of Christians, I’d love to hear your thoughts. And fellow ex Christians, what is your experience with this? Do you know or have you known Christians like this? Or were you one yourself before you fully left? Thanks! Hope you guys are all doing okay! If this has already been brought up in another section or this one needs to be moved, no problem!

@alreadyGone Yeah, please don’t feel bad, I think for those of us that end up here, we get here when we can, you know? And I’ve found people cling to parts of religion for many different reasons, a sense of comfort is a big one. I still have to remind myself that people will believe what they want, even when confronted with evidence that says otherwise. But it is hard. I still struggle with not laying into my Christian friends and family for the problems with the things they believe. But I have to remind myself it won’t do any good, especially to approach it like that. I’ve talked to many Christians since they found out I’ve left and some admitted they still believe or try to believe because of fear of hell. Some admitted they needed it to believe God had a plan for their life because they needed horrible things that had happened to them to make sense, to believe that maybe the horrible things would equal out to some wonderful plan someday. And I do truly get that because I used to believe it too. In a messed up roundabout way, when bad things happen to you, you can convince yourself it’s all part of some grand plan and that makes it worth the suffering. But good grief there’s so much suffering. All the time. Anyway, thanks for all the replies and support! This community has been so helpful to me the past year, especially with Covid and everything else going on.

Hey guys, I’ve been thinking and feeling a lot lately and wanted to share some of it. I know a lot of this has probably already been said by others on here and that’s okay, I’m just sharing my experiences and what I’ve realized since leaving Christianity. I play piano, and it’s actually been helpful for my deconversion process to just get my thoughts out there with music and singing/yelling sometimes haha. So I think my belief and trust in Jesus was the last to leave. Because that used to be comforting to me and even after I stopped believing in the Bible like I used to and realizing that hell didn’t exist, etc, I still clung to that. I clung to the idea of a plan for my life and that I could trust in Jesus to be there for me and love me no matter what. I used to to think that feeling everything so much and hurting so much on the inside meant that I was closer to God and I was experiencing what God felt for us, his compassion, his hurt, all his pain for humanity. I thought by feeling that it meant I was becoming like Jesus. All things to all people. I thought I had to be all things to all people and it was really exhausting. Looking back it was a lot of not knowing how to regulate my emotions, trauma, combined with a little bit of undiagnosed ADHD. But I’ve been calling myself an ex Christian for sure all the way since about last October. Almost a year. It’s still raw sometimes and I know it’s a process, but every day I’m so glad I’m not in it anymore. The guilt, the manipulation, the lies, the fear, and so much more. It outweighs all the good I got from it. I miss the community sometimes, the feeling of security from thinking there was a plan for me, the peace I would occasionally get from a “God” feeling, but I don’t miss the devastating shame, the horrifying fear, the pettiness of which sins were worse than others even though they’re all supposed to be the “same”, and the feeling of never being enough. That’s something too I’ve realized. You’re never enough in Christianity. It’s supposed to be fine, because God is enough and he covered you and you shouldn’t feel guilty, at least that’s what you’re told at first. But you can never read your Bible enough. You can never pray enough. You can never “share the gospel” or “witness enough. You can never worship enough. You’re broken and you raise your hands to pray for forgiveness for your sins and you feel so dirty and dark and just wrong. For a moment of peace you feel 100 nights of guilt and shame. God can never have enough glory, he can never have enough lives, enough suffering, enough of you. It’s a cycle of shame that never ends. It just keeps going, and you keep praying, and keep sinning, and asking for forgiveness, and feeling close to God, and feeling far, so far. And over and over and over again. You really don’t see it when you’re in it but it’s so sickening from the outside. The lengths you have to go to to justify so much. I was okay with being killed and tortured for the gospel at 8. I thought I was going to be killed at any time for Jesus. We were taught what to say and do if an armed gunman came into church or anywhere and asked us to deny the gospel. Because that was super likely to happen in the United States, particularly the south, I’m rolling my eyes thinking about it but I was terrified as a kid. I was so okay with dying from such a young age. I read and heard stories of families being tortured and killed in front of a father or mother to try and get them to deny God and Jesus and them refusing, and my father or mother nodding along, sometimes teary eyed, because if that’s what it took, then that’s what it took to be faithful to God. That is so messed up. Years of toxic purity culture and being blamed for the lust of men and teenaged boys. Time after time “should she have been wearing that” and “she was asking for it wasn’t she?” In the same breath as praying for safety and health for their own wives and daughters. Teenage boys were told they shouldn’t marry a woman who was raped because she “wasn’t pure”. Girls and boys were made guilty for assaults that may have happened when they were in diapers, for anything and everything that made them “impure”. I know people are just people, and Christianity is technically no different from other groups in that it can have really good people and really bad people, but Christianity also enables certain things. Certain types of people and certain types of behavior. There’s a reason why abusers, rapists, manipulators, liars, and sociopaths flock to Christianity. Because it so often enables them and lets them get away with so much. Look at the Duggar family. Since I grew up homeschooled they were praised a lot. Look at how they treated the oldest brother who assaulted his sister. Sent him to someone’s house to “get better”. The parents, especially the Dad, were and are so controlling. That’s not good for any child to grow up under. I’ve actually found a lot of helpful people and information to help me with all of this online, here and other places, and through social media. Weirdly enough through Tik Tok. There’s a surprising amount of ex Christians on that app and it’s helped me to process immensely. I stopped caring as much who knew I wasn’t a Christian anymore, and while I’ve had some hard and hurtful conversations, I’ve also received more support and understanding from people I’ve known a while who are in similar places now. It’s caused some great conversations to happen and it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one out there. I wish I could get more of my friends and family to leave, to really see the manipulation and the lies, but I know I can’t do that. I can’t make people want to doubt. That’s something they’re going to have to do on their own. It’s hard, like with my parents? I honestly don’t think they would know who they were if not for Christianity. And that makes me so sad. But it’s been their whole lives. Who would they even be without it? What kind of identity would they have? I know it’s possible and I’m not giving up on the hope that maybe one day they’ll realize, but I can’t actively try to convince them to leave, it’s too hard and it doesn’t work. I’m so much more content and even though some things in my life are hard I still feel so much better. So much more free. I’m still learning a lot and researching a lot but it’s at my own pace, I don’t feel like my eternal salvation depends on it. I appreciate you guys a lot and thanks for being here and for listening. P.S. do you have to have a certain amount of posts to be able to react or like posts? I’m a little confused on that. I want to like so many things on here but I can’t haha.

Thank you guys so much, that helps a lot! I get kind of nervous to post on here sometimes because I’m so new to it, but your responses are always encouraging and helpful. I know a lot of this just takes time, and I would really like to begin hobbies and join communities that I can meet new people in. I want to start learning Martial Arts, I want to learn more and do more. I will check out that book! Thanks!

Hey! I posted here a couple of months ago, (feels like so much longer) and I just wanted to give an update and ask some questions. First off, I’ll give a small disclaimer here that I know you guys are not licensed mental health professionals and I am currently still in therapy. It’s helped a lot and I’ll try not to overshare too much here. I’m still not out on being bisexual or leaving Christianity to where I would like to be, but it’s getting to the point where I would like to tell a couple of people before they all just find out. It’s hard coming out on both fronts, but they’re so closely connected for me. If I tell a close friend (especially close Christian friend) that I’m bisexual they will probably say “but what about the Bible and how can you do this when...” It’s hard for me to say one without explaining the other. And it complicates things. I’m trying to leave the state I’m in and get a different job somewhere else so I can have some distance between everything. I think that will help a lot. I just have some anxiety about it, because college was a damn mess and the jobs I’ve been working and looking for aren’t my major. Which is fine, I’m making it, it’s just kind of a point of anxiety for me. I know the truth about all of this and my unbelief will come out eventually, people talk and I know even if I’m not there hearing it or seeing it, it will probably still happen. This has been such a big part of my life though, my friends, my family, everything. I don’t miss a lot of things about church but I do miss the community. I miss the feeling that we had a common goal and hope. But I also know how people in the church talk about those who leave. Those of us who had “weak faith”. I remember in youth group in high school before we graduated my youth pastor drilled us with facts about how many young people will leave the church in college and fall away from faith. I remember thinking, “I wonder who it will be? I mean I know it won’t be me, but who here will it be?” I was at a small engagement party (with masks) last night for a close friend I haven’t told yet and it hurt, because I want to. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, we’re good friends, I mean we’ve shared a bed before. I don’t want the knowledge that I’m bisexual to make her uncomfortable with that. I was never attracted to her and it was never like that. But I’m scared of how she will react. I didn’t anticipate how much some of this would hurt. Because it does. And I know a lot of it is just reactions that haven’t even happened yet, but I’m 24. I’ve been fully out of belief for less than a year. Most if not all of my friends and family are still in it. I know it’s going to hurt my relationships, it already has been. How do I do this with my friends? I guess I’m not responsible for their reactions, all I can do is tell them and see what they say. The rest isn’t my problem I guess. I just feel like I’m living a little bit of a double life. It’s killing me inside a little bit. I can’t do it much longer. But some of these people have known me for so long. We grew up together. How do I tell them that our foundation was a lie? How did it go with you guys when you left? With your relationships? Friends, significant others, family? I can take the hard answers, I know eventually I’ll find people who understand, a community who understands, it’s just hard right now. I’ve been reading more of Bart D. Ehrman, and it’s helped a lot. Especially his book on Heaven and Hell. I don't really have a fear of hell, not anymore. Doing research on it and its history, particularly in Christianity has helped a lot. I still have small moments where I wonder if I'm wrong and I'll be in hell forever, but I have to remind myself that if I was wrong about my unbelief then Christianity could be wrong about eternity anyway. But I know Christians would never acknowledge that another religion could be right and they could be wrong. Pascal’s Wager bullshit and all that. I think one of the hardest learning curves for me so far though has been the erasing of “God’s plan for my life”. Not that it actually did anything for me in the first place, but the idea that all of this suffering was for something, that God could use it for something, sometimes it was nice. Sometimes it got me through, you know? And I know it doesn’t make sense, because why would he help me find the right college but not cure someone else’s cancer? Why would he let my parents abuse my siblings and me but help me find a good parking spot? I know that it’s shit. But still, maybe because it’s still so fresh and I feel like I’m actively rewiring my brain, it’s hard. It’s hard when I get worship songs stuck in my head. It’s hard when I get the urge to pray. It’s hard when I can’t share in the community I grew up in anymore. What helped you guys when first left and still had the urge to pray? I guess time will help, and I want to try more meditation. Sometimes this deconversion process just feels agonizingly slow. I’ve said before that I’ve gone through all five stages of grief with this, and I’m still cycling through them sometimes. I still feel irrational anger at this God who I don’t even really believe in anymore sometimes. Although maybe it’s anger at the system and the people that allow all the manipulation and started it in the first place. Maybe it’s anger at myself for believing it this long. I don’t know. I guess my mind is still reeling and kind of confused by all this. Also keep in mind I got a concussion at work a month ago so if this doesn’t make sense I’ll blame it on that. I’m just having a little bit of a hard time overall and I just wanted to reach out and say hi again. I’ve been diagnosed with Anxiety and Depression before and I think I also have ADHD, so I’m going to see if I can get a diagnosis for that. It would make a lot of sense for me. Anyway, I appreciate you guys and the community here and any advice or experiences you have all had that would be relevant would be appreciated. Thanks!

Thank you all for the kind and helpful messages! I will be sure to check that book list out. @TheRedneckProfessor& @Joshpantera That is helpful, thanks. Yeah I realized a long time ago that my parents are just people. They have their own pain and problems and things they never dealt with. I’m trying not to hold that against them. I know they love me, and although it is hard for me to balance knowing that with some of their actions, our relationship is a lot better now than it used to be. Even with everything. I can’t speak for the future and how things may play out but I guess I can only do my part anyway. Something I also realized a while ago was that not only can you not make people change, you can’t make people want to change either. They have to decide for themselves. And that’s hard to realize, especially when you see their ideas and actions hurting themselves and others. But I don’t like people trying to control me, so I can’t expect others to react any better. Thank you all again.

Hey, so I’ve been wanting to post here for awhile, and I’m still kind of confused on how to post in what sections as a new member, but here I am! I’m kind of nervous, but I guess I’ll just go ahead. I’m in my early twenties and last year I officially left Christianity. I grew up conservative and homeschooled in the southern United States, and I graduated college almost two years ago. Three years ago I almost killed my self for a lot of reasons, but one of them was hating myself for being bisexual. I’ve known since I was about 11 that I was bisexual, at least in the loosest understanding of the word. Growing up in Christianity I always felt like there was something wrong with me for that fact. Something deeply, darkly wrong with me. I guess a more specific version of how every sinner really feels, right? My Mom used to tell me no one deserved anything other than Death, Hell, and the Grave and I always really hated that. But I still believed in God, in Jesus. I really did believe. I went on mission trips in high school, even in college. I shared the gospel, I went to a liberal arts college and had lots of discussions with people “different than me” and still believed. I’m not sure exactly what made me really begin to let myself doubt, but a lot of things in my head started to change after I almost killed myself. I started to care less about pretending to be something I wasn’t. About two years ago I got to a point where in the back of my head I knew that I couldn’t go forward pretending my sexuality didn’t exist. I had a thought that this was the point that I was going to go all in or all out with Christianity. So I started to do research. I started out researching Christians who said Homosexuality actually wasn’t wrong according to the Bible. I looked into this Greek word versus that one, and this translation versus that minor or major difference. I listened to “ex gay” Christians and I listened to “gay” Christians. I listened to “same sex attracted celibate” Christians. I soon came to realize there was just a lot of subjectivity there. I realized people will write entire books on a one word difference that may or may not be true. And create entire seminary classes on why a “lifestyle” is wrong because a group of men a really long time ago agreed on it. So that may be why I started to question Christianity, but it’s not why I am why I am today. Because from my findings at the time, for me, I surmised that the Bible did in fact condemn homosexuality. And with where I was in my life, I didn’t know how to reconcile that with Christianity. Let me also say that this first process was still very painful. I felt like I was having to make a decision whether part of my identity was valid or not based on 30 different scholars who knew nothing about me. So I made another decision. I decided to do a deep dive research into Christianity. No holds barred let all the doubts in. I think this part was the most painful. I let myself feel the doubts and horror I had always felt about the concept of Hell and why other people had to be sent there if they were “good people”. I researched the concept and history of Hell. I let myself scream and cry at the idea of a God who would torture people like that for eternity. I researched contradictions in the Bible. I researched “fulfilled prophecies” and “signs of the end times” validity. I listened to Ex Christians. I listened to Atheists and people who left religion. I listened to ex Mormons, ex Jehovah’s Witnesses, ex Muslims, ex Evangelical Fundamentalists like I guess I was. I read testimonies on here. I studied The Lions Den. During all of this time my mind was churning and breaking apart a little. There was a lot of cognitive dissonance. Most of my close friends are committed Christians. Most of my family is as well. I was terrified to come out of the closet in two different ways. Agnostic/atheist or whatever I was becoming and coming out as Bisexual. I told a few close friends about being bisexual when I was in the Greek research phase, and they just told me to be careful that it didn’t affect my faith. I mean hey, we see how that turned out. When I fully began to acknowledge to myself that I didn’t believe in Christianity anymore, I didn’t tell anyone for awhile. I didn’t know who to tell. I told my brother and sister and they reacted pretty well. My brother is still kind of Christian but not super fundamentalist. My sister is kind of agnostic, she’s gone through the stages of progressive Christianity and I don’t think she’s super committed to the idea of Christianity. I came out to her in both ways and she just shrugged and told me to get a better job and I needed my own health insurance by now. She said she didn’t care about any of that other stuff. I told a couple of my Christian friends and they reacted how I thought they would, they said me saying that I wasn’t a Christian anymore scared them, but of course they were still my friends. And since then we have been, because besides that they are good friends and they have been there for me through a lot. But I’m honestly not interested in talking with them, or “debating” with them about it. I told my parents about being Bi and leaving Christianity around the holidays and although they reacted better than I thought, there was still plenty of tears and yelling. I apologized to my Mom for hurting her feelings for one instance and she burst out crying, saying how could I even know I was wrong if I left Christianity? How could I have any sense of objective morality now? I was stunned, and I fully realize the problems with what she said, and I tried to explain them to her, that plenty of people have morality without Christianity, and that religion doesn’t have a baseline on right and wrong, but she wouldn’t hear it. I then realized that this is how Christians see other people. That is how I saw other people not in Christianity. I thought they could do good things, sure, but there was still something off about them to me. Could they really be capable of good without Jesus? In Christianity, when someone does “wrong” or “commits a sin” they’re “covered by grace”. But if a non believer does it, well they’re evil and of the world. We shouldn’t have expected any better. But when Christians commit sin and fall it just means we’re not perfect and we’re trying to be through Jesus. I’m realizing how nonsensical so much of Christianity really is. My parents listened to Evangelist Ravi Zacharias a lot growing up, and although he passed away recently, some things came out about him in the past few months about sexual assault allegations and misconduct. In fact it was his own organization that looked into the allegations after his death. They released a report and in that report it detailed how Ravi had nude photos of his masseuses. There were messages on his phone, payments he made to keep his victims quiet. Accounts from many women who said he touched them inappropriately. What got me was many Christians were surprised by this. And even more, how many just refused to believe it, even with all the evidence laid out in front of them. But I wasn’t surprised. I knew people in the Church covered up things like this all the time. But it was interesting to me, because I remember some of the messages Ravi used to say. “Secret sin will find you out” being one he would say constantly. I know it’s hard to admit when someone you looked up to falls. I guess especially if you’re not used to admitting you’re wrong, about anything. It’s hard to admit you’re wrong. I think in part, that’s why so many stay Christians when they have so much doubt. I’d also like to add that although I love my parents, and I do love them dearly, they did things throughout my childhood that I now view as abusive. I’m an adult now. I’ve been in therapy for four years now. I’m 24. But my Dad threw me on the ground when I was a kid and it knocked the wind out of me. They tied me up with duct tape when I was an early teenager and laughed at me because I talked back (something they say they don’t remember doing). My Dad has punched holes in our walls. If I was clenching my fists while my Dad was spanking me, he would keep spanking me until I wasn’t “angry” so I wouldn’t have a “rebellious” spirit. My older sister got the brunt of a lot of it, and my brother maybe got less of it than I did. But it for sure messed all of us up. My parents have cried and said they’re so sorry for all of it. And I do believe them. And they are doing better. They’re trying, at least on that front. But it still doesn’t erase the damage. It’s hard to explain that to them. I also know they are the way that they are because of their parents. Their parents abused them in some ways as well. It’s hard realizing this, because I love my grandparents and they love me. My grandpa pushed my Dad down some pretty steep stairs when he was a teenager. My Dad still doesn’t see that as abuse and says he deserves it because he was talking back. So I see the cycles, I do and it hurts. I see Christianity as one of those cycles as well. And I want to break it. I lost my Grandma last year to cancer, my Mom’s mom, and that was hard for me to reconcile with leaving Christianity. Because while Hell is such an awful idea, Heaven to me was such a nice and dear one for so long. I used to have dreams about it as a kid. We were pretty close and I wanted to be able to see her again. Letting go of that was hard, and I still have trouble with it sometimes. Then I remind myself that while Heaven may not exist and while there may not be anything after this, that makes this life so much sweeter. Plus it is so much better than believing in a tortuous eternity for anyone. I guess I’m not exactly sure where I fall now. Maybe agnostic, maybe on the way to atheism. All I know for sure is that I’m not a Christian anymore. And although my life is still hard, I feel a lot better about myself in so many ways. But I do still struggle with some things. For a long time when contradictions would happen, such as when I would be praying if I should go to a certain college, and someone would talk to me about that college and I would think “oh thanks God.” Or if I hadn’t eaten lunch at work and someone brought donuts I would think “wow thanks for providing for me God”. When I almost killed myself and I reached out for help when I needed it afterwards, I thought: “Wow God you really are there for me”. I’m realizing now that that, was actually just all me and other people. Not to sound full of myself, but realizing that it was actually just me being that strong has been comforting. I still struggle with praying sometimes as a comfort measure, and maybe that will take time to fade. I still struggle with the thought that maybe I’m wrong about all of this, and sometimes even a fear of hell, and maybe that takes time to fade as well. I know this was a lot but if there’s one thing I know about this website it’s that long posts seem to be okay here haha. That’s most of my story, and I just wanted to reach out and say hello. I also wanted to ask: - What helped you with these doubts when you first really acknowledged Christianity was bullshit? - Are there any resources you would recommend? Authors? Books? I’m really not interested in debating or talking about Christianity, or why I’m wrong with my Christian friends and family right now. The little bit I’ve done has been exhausting and I just flat out don’t want to engage in it right now with them. I guess I don’t owe it to them anyway. If anyone tries to talk to me about why Christianity is right and I’m wrong I’m just going to say I don’t want to talk about it or leave. I don’t feel ready to argue or debate and I don’t really want to. That’s okay, right? I don’t want to talk about these things all of the time or hear about my mortal soul on the road to decay for the 100th time. Or hear how owning up to my bisexuality makes me an abomination. I’m just sick of it. And I am at the beginning of this, I guess I am on the younger side. So we’ll see how I feel about in ten years. Right now though I just want to be able to live my life. I’m not out to everyone I want to be on both fronts, but it’s getting to the point where I just don’t care who knows anymore. But it is kind of ostracizing. And I do miss the community that I had at church. I guess regardless I’m here now. - Fairly Sunny