I think of myself as a kind, decent person from a good family. I was brought up to believe in a God of love and was involved with the church when I was a kid. My mother is a devout Christian and a beautiful person.
I know many people whom, in my opinion, don't care about God or religion but they seem to have their own way and get whatever they want. It seems that these people have such an easy life.
About ten years ago this so-called loving God took great pleasure in ripping my family to pieces. My father contracted a chronic illness which left him an angry, nasty man needing constant care.
My mother became his full-time nurse against her will and had to give up all her freedom. My dad aims all his frustration at me, and my brother tries in vain to be a peace-maker.
As if that was not enough, God then decided