As I told you before I grew up going to a non denominational christian church, and yes I enjoyed it, while I was young and didn't see all the politics surrounding a church, even a smallish church like the one I attended.
I was 13, my birthday had just past a few weeks before and my new foster family forgot or ignored my 13th birthday, something I got use to over the years to come.
I was hurt, felt lost, and just wanted to be "normal". Like every other kid. I wanted my own family with parents who would remember my birthdays, treat me with the same respect as my sibling, with a extended family that didn't look down on me or treat me like a charity case.
I was outside shucking corn when I had the "brilliant" idea to ask SATAN to "be nice". Yes I had an hour talk with the devil trying to convince him to change his ways...
See, I figured if he wasn't running amuck and making evil then the world would be perfect and I could be happy.
It's funny the things children will do to try to be happy, and it's sad the day that same child comes to terms with the fact they will always feel unwanted and unloved.
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