A couple years ago, I was sitting at my church's Sunday school for men. (The men and women split up at the end of church.) The religion was a big part of my life, but I was learning things about it that were deal breakers for me. The transition was really hard for me, and the Sunday school teacher was starting to really upset me.

I started to feel my heart racing. He was saying things that I knew were demonstrably false, but everyone believed him. It was part of the traditional church curriculum, so it's not like he was saying anything out of place.

The church had really broken my heart, and I felt like he was luring others with the false teachings, only to later smash their lives when they find out it was all a fiction.  He was a thief, a liar, a deceiver, a master manipulator. My heart started pounding, and finally I just got tired of his shit.

I called him out on everything false he had taught. I pointed out how pathetic his arguments were. I put him to shame in front of the entire class. I was on fire, just ripping him to shreds. Eventually I stopped, and the entire room was still.

Everyone was terrified. I got up to leave, and people put their arms up, as if I were going to hurt them. Eventually, the teacher just looks at me and says, "ReaLDadDude, we care about you."

I was so upset for the rest of the day. It was such a terrible idea to think I could go back to church.