This is my first time posting here, but I feel it best to share my feelings with like-minded people. It's been a weird transition from when I was a Christian to now, but the main point of my breakage was my granddad.
It was how we bonded at first. However, the first instance of me questioning things was due to what my mom was trying to teach me (she's agnostic for understanding). She would say, "It's ok to be gay/trans/etc." While my granddad would, obviously, say different. But the main thing that stuck out to me was the whole 'be nice to others' thing. So that's what I did. For the longest time I was a Christian, but not one of *those* Christians. Then I kept thinking about it. Over and over. It especially confused me when I am bi and, at the time, a Christian. I would think, "Why would God make me this way, say he loves me, but would also cast me into eternal damnation?" Then one day it just broke off. I don't know what changed, but I just stopped believing. It felt like I just kept forcing this religion on myself because I believed that it was what was guiding me.
Now, to get to the point of the title. What was once a bonding moment, has now turned into the single most frustrating thing in my current life. With my current living situation, which I won't get into here, I am forced to have to hear, "God is watching over me," or "God has my back still," and it's getting tiring. He brings up a "prophet", he keeps saying things like "I wish you, your mom, and sister (btw, not my sister, they're trans) would turn to God. The end days are coming," or he will go on about this guy who found all these biblical locations. It's gotten to a point and I'm over it, but I can't really just ignore him, again, due to my living circumstances.
I don't know, I figured I would find a place like this and just rant about what has happened. Seeking out like-minded people and the such.