Setting aside the creepy fantasizing about sexual violence against children, for that is what, “you must’ve been molested,” is; the,“hate God this much,” shows a real lack of imagination.
I don’t hate any gods. I don’t hate Jesus. I don’t hate his dad Yahweh. I don’t hate his dad Ēl, or Ēl’s wife and Yahweh’s mom Asherah, who creepily was also Yahweh’s consort in the guise of Athirat (if I got the names in the right chronological order.)
I don’t hate these gods in the same way I don’t hate other weather gods distantly related to Yahweh, like Thor, or less distantly related to Ēl like Zeus. I don’t “hate” any of them any more than I could hate Eru Ilúvatar who is also a god, and also… a fictional character.
Even the fictional characters that I really dislike for one reason or another, I don’t hate them.
When, as a teen, I tried to explain to my Sunday-school teacher mum that the reason I was not going back to church was that I had figured out, the completely obvious fact, that it was all a made up nonsense, she was angry and confused. So I tried to explain by telling her that I KNEW there was no god. And she wouldn’t, couldn’t, believe me.
I asked her why she didn’t believe me. And she just said that EVERYONE KNEW her god was real. Everyone… Knew…
The “you hate God” people are sure that you know that their god is real. They can’t even conceive of any alternative. That is what religious belief is. That is why they grasp for these insane straws.