This absolutely destroyed me. As a child I had no idea this would happen or why it was happening. My parents had always seemed happy, but before I knew it my mother, my siblings, and I were on a plane headed from Colorado to Connecticut. I was so angry at God. I experienced cognitive dissonance because I didn't understand how someone who was supposed to love and protect me allowed such a terrible thing to happen. For a while, every time I prayed, I would just scream or ask him why he was doing it, but when I didn't get an answer, I stopped praying. I let go of my relationship with God. He couldn't give me the answers I wanted, so I lost interest. After about a year of living with my aunt, who went to church at least three times a week, I returned to God. I learned to accept that all things happen for a reason and I returned to my daily prayer. For years my faith failed