Weakness vs Stupidity

Ever since I came out to my parents as an atheist, my life just got worse. Even though they know I'm an atheist, they continue trying to "help" me by bringing me to church, so most Sundays have actually become Hell for me. In an attempt to give them the hint that they are digging themselves into an even deeper hole, that they've begun to lose my respect, and that I don't give two shits about what they have to say, I've begun to distance myself from them by staying in my room every Sunday we go to church. This tactic has, unfortunately, not been very effective and has prompted my mom to ask me many times, "Are you okay?" or some variation thereof. This is just one of many idiotic things that my parents have said to me. Below are many more and what I have to say to/about them.

"You have nothing to lose." (my dad)
It was at this moment that I realized the true deficit of intellectual honesty in my family. This is basically a highly condensed form of Pascal's Wager. That fucking cunt doesn't realize two things: that I DO have something to lose and more importantly that this is NOT a compelling reason to believe in something. By giving in to Pascal's Wager, which is impossible for me in this situation by the way, I lose my intellectual honesty, and that is one of the few things that I can say I currently value. And why is this not a compelling reason to argue? Because I could apply this to literally ANYTHING else and still have the same proof that they think they have. Hey, Dad, I don't see you wearing garlic to ward off vampires. If they exist, you're gonna lose quite a bit of blood, but if they don't, you've got nothing to lose!

"Be open-minded." (both parents)
How dare either of you tell me to be open-minded. You two are the ones who need to open your minds to what people outside of Christianity are saying! To what I'm saying! Not that you two would even bother listening to me, anyway; you'd just toss around the phrases "mysterious ways" and "testing faith". You fucking hypocrites don't seem to realize that I'm the ONLY open-minded person in this entire damn family. I'm the ONLY one who has explored the side opposing Christianity, while you two have completely ignored everything science and I have to say! You two have absolutely NO RIGHT telling me to be open-minded when you two have clearly closed your minds (and ears) to everyone and everything outside the Christian party.

"I don't want you to go against Christians." (my mom, in response to my anger toward John Hagee's homophobia)
When she said this, I was listening to a video on Youtube of John Hagee speaking against homosexuals and saying that they were probably the cause of hurricane Katrina. Now, I'm not gay myself, but it makes my blood boil to listen to people who I've been told by my parents speak the word of God preach discrimination. I was clearly angered in the car, and my mom said to me the aforementioned quote. So clearly what she's saying is that even if there's someone discriminating or causing harm to others, I should just let them have their fun because they're Christian. Bull. Fucking. Shit. You know who else was a Christian? Adolf Hitler. So what, should I be okay with what he did simply because of that fact? Why the hell should being a Christian automatically exempt someone from my hatred?

"We didn't come from monkeys." (my mom, right before insisting we were created by God)
What's brilliant about this one is that I had just said the same thing right before she did. I was explaining what little I had learned about evolution in biology class. I said multiple times, very clearly, that evolution doesn't say anywhere that we evolved from monkeys and that we are closer to apes, with whom we share a common ancestor. Unfortunately, like I've said, my parents have closed their minds and ears to anything non-Christians have to say. But she has obviously never been taught a single thing about evolution. There's just more of that one-sided close-mindedness that Christians are so well-known for.

Now have I ever actually really said anything against this horseshit (and so much more) that they've spewed from their mouths? No. Of course not. Otherwise, "weakness" wouldn't even be in the title. Every single time my parents have said something that I could rebut with a single sentence, I've just given them a really dirty look without a word. And why not? After all, it's not like Christians are going to listen to a single damn thing that their sixteen-year-old son has to say. No matter what I say, they're just going to keep tossing around these phrases and the word "faith". That is my weakness: my inability and lack of courage to stand up to the dogmas that my parents have put unto me since birth.