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She was Protestant, not Catholic.
I was not Protestant in the sense that I believed in a hell or salvation of some and not others. Out of the mixture of the two religions practiced by my mother and father I created what worked for me, and that was ... I preferred to believe that the creator loved all "humans" with no conditions put upon that love.
That lulled my conscience until I was seventy years of age, and then my conscience would not stay asleep any longer.
So many of the dogmas just didn't work their magic on me any more ... and for that I am thankful.
I have no regrets about my journey that lead me out of religion.
I do have regrets for some of the nonsense I believed while I was under the spell of religion, but I am at peace with the regrets in that I accept that when I knew no better, I could do no better.