A reader writes:
I grew up in one of those “Constantine was the first Pope” Protestant homes and am still dependent on my parents for pretty much everything because of a disability. They didn’t take my conversion well, and certainly wouldn’t drive half an hour for Mass and Confession. After I got witnessed to, it was just easier not to go anywhere and politely evade offers to attend church. My prayers apparently went unanswered. So I became bitter. I still don’t know what to do, but I miss the sacraments.