I can't say I ever fit into Christianity, even from the beginning my faith was rife with issues. I remember once when I was in a Christian book store I came across this picture.

After gazing at this image for a while I felt sadness well up inside me and I left crying all the way home. That was the only experience I can say I had about Jesus, everything else about my faith was a wash out. Mostly I lived on my knees grovelling to God to release me from repeating my sinful behaviour. I attended many different churches to find that the only acceptance I would receive was at the end of a sermon or bible study (People there didn't want to know me)
The Christian women seemed to measure me up to the character traits of Jesus, so I fell short when making female companions. I never seemed to be at anyone's level at church, my idea's were met with skepticism and I couldn't add anything to their beliefs. Eventually I got sick of the church and went rouge one.
I remained a believer for about 20 year's, but the longer it dragged on the more discontented I became. I eventually decided to try and prove what I believed, as I thought this would make me a stronger believer. However it worked out the opposite and was knocked about by how little evidence there is for what I believed. After that my whole faith collapsed in on itself and I was left in a mess, and nothing I did could repair what was broken to pieces.

After gazing at this image for a while I felt sadness well up inside me and I left crying all the way home. That was the only experience I can say I had about Jesus, everything else about my faith was a wash out. Mostly I lived on my knees grovelling to God to release me from repeating my sinful behaviour. I attended many different churches to find that the only acceptance I would receive was at the end of a sermon or bible study (People there didn't want to know me)
The Christian women seemed to measure me up to the character traits of Jesus, so I fell short when making female companions. I never seemed to be at anyone's level at church, my idea's were met with skepticism and I couldn't add anything to their beliefs. Eventually I got sick of the church and went rouge one.
I remained a believer for about 20 year's, but the longer it dragged on the more discontented I became. I eventually decided to try and prove what I believed, as I thought this would make me a stronger believer. However it worked out the opposite and was knocked about by how little evidence there is for what I believed. After that my whole faith collapsed in on itself and I was left in a mess, and nothing I did could repair what was broken to pieces.