I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm an atheist. I don't believe in any sort of deity, and I don't think that I ever will; not in the forseeable future, anyway. I've been openly atheist for nearly three years, but, looking back, I think I have been one all along.
I remember when my parents finally realized. It was Easter in the year 2010, and my parents gave me the liberty of choosing for myself when I go to church since my Confirmation. I told them that I wasn't going to go to church with them, even though both my sisters were going (and at the time, my older sister didn't go to church very often). When my parents asked me why I didn't want to go, I simply stated that I don't believe in God. They seemed sort of mad, and my mom even said, "Why should I bother buying you Christmas presents this year?" And then my family left, and I was in the house all alone. I felt a little betrayed, because my parents said at my Confirmation that they would support me no matter what I believed, and here they were mad at me because I stopped practicing religion altogether.
Now, they offer to bring me to church every once in a while, but I still decline respectfully and they don't seem to have so much of a problem with it. Most of my friends know and have no problem with it, but no one in my family other than those in my house know. I drop very subtle hints sometimes, but some of my extended family is pretty religious, so I'm going to hold off on flat out telling them for now.
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