Yabu. I was brought up with mum dad an two brothers. My mum was brutalised by him. My brothers as I were frequently beaten badly. We attended church and he appeared to be the perfect husband. Sunday consisted of morning service, home for lunch, Sunday school, dinner the evening meeting. Every day was an activity at church after school. We go to Salvation Army and it's normal to be busy through the week.
As we got older he became more aggressive and turned to sexual abuse for me.
The violence increased. We had to ask for food and water. Mum died of asthma when I was 14. She couldn't take life support machines again. Had been on 4 times before.
The arsehole had sanded Down the staircase and refused to let her out. I believe he killed her.
Brothers and I were taken into care when finally someone heard us. And listened to what I was saying. Oh we spoke up about it to family and church and friends. But that's just how it was in the 80s.
I left care and got engaged to an arsehole who was for all purposes a copy of my lovely genetic material. I had a baby at 19. He banned me from getting my daughter dedicated. I was a single mum when she was 18months old. She was then diagnosed with arthritis and I struggled with an aggressive ex, a very sick child and a history of abuse which my ex used as an excuse to claim that because I was abused so I would be an abuser. I was reported to social services umpteen times for amazing reasons. She was bruising badly. She was undernourished. I was running a brothel.
There were so many times that I only got by because of food parcels and church friends putting money in my leccy meter.
In time I got a good job. Then my immune system crashed as I took severe allergies that left me inches from intensive care on several occasions. I lot my job.
My teen turned 16. She went off the rails. Took to drinking and hanging about with assholes.
My friends toddler died after a two year battle with leukaemia. I sat with her in intensive care as she was dying. Prayed for her to find peace and still support her mum as best as I humanly can.
Now I am 37. I am finally married I a man I adore and adores me. I don't worry about money. We don't hae a lot but we get by. I am 7 weeks pregnant.
I feel like Job sometimes. Eastenders wouldn't write the script to my life.
But the one thing I had during all of that. Faith.
So yes op you are being unreasonable. As Christians our lives are no more perfect than anyone else's. All we try to do is live within the boundaries of our faith. To maintain dignity and to help others around us.
Never once did I blame God for this.
Apologies is this has dampened anyone's morning. I see my live as being positive though. Without these experiences I wouldn't be who I am today.