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"Why I Broke Up with God"  (Snippet)

I was partially naked panties at my ankles, in a room that I should have felt safe. I could smell the pine sol and mold combination. I could hear grunting and moans; my eyes could only see his shirt and part of his chest. I could feel the pressure on my little body, I was three. 

I’ve lost faith more than once in my life; however, this isn’t about a woman who was on drugs and recovered or a woman who abandoned her children.