[ WP ] That secret you said you 'd take to your grave ? Now you 've met your maker , and they are asking you to explain yourself

As I stood there, trying not to look into it's eyes, I lowered my head, held back my tears and flashed back to my childhood. I grew up in a strict Catholic household. Grace before meals, Our Fathers before bed and when we did something wrong, Rosaries. Every day I was reminded that if I did n't confess my sins at confession I'd be sent to Hell when I died, which my parents reminded me could happen at any moment. I could n't take the stress and started to feel resentful. I questioned whether or not God was real. I went to my parents for guidance, but was only met with punishment and lectures. In bible study, even our teacher chided me for bringing it up, alienating me from the other children in my class. I decided it was best to stay quiet and do what I was told. When I was older, I continued going to mass and even married a nice Catholic woman who attended the same church. Our children were brought up in the same way and taught the same things forced upon me as a child. Up until the day I died, I did what I was told. 
 
 I wiped my tears and looked up. I felt like a lifetime of guilt was pouring out of my eyes. I do n't have to pretend anymore. I looked directly into it's eyes and told the presence, `` I do n't believe in you.''
