Growing up, I had questions about God, and would ask my mom. Her response was always, "we believe in God, we're Christians, don't worry about it." Even as a little girl I knew there had to be more, but I could tell by the tone in my mom's voice that I wasn't going to get any detailed or accurate answers. The home I grew up in was all about talking the talk, never actually walking the walk (they had a pretty hard time talking the talk...) My parents were both alcoholics, and my dad was apparently very abusive. I was too little, I only remember some things. My mom left him, and continued marrying abusive alcoholics. She had 2 other husbands after my dad, and 3 other kids after me, all of us within 5 years.