My Faith Has Become a Monolith

You know this happens every once in awhile. I can fall into patterns of saying "my faith," "my faith," "my faith" when talking to other people and justifying certain life choices, and it occurred to me today, how did God fall out of the equation? This happens often when speaking with people of different perspectives and beliefs, when giving a reason why I can't do something, I often say: oh well, my faith. A recent struggle has been whether or not, or why I should not be romantically involved with people who do not love Jesus, basically. But instead of saying, it affects my relationship with God, or it's not something that God would want for me or have in his will for me, I say: house rules, my faith. That's religious talk, and ridiculous of course. I may as well leave if that's all it was, and sadly, I can think of being that son who says, screw it, this is stupid, I'm done. But I could also be the bitter son who decides to stick around, while his heart is elsewhere. Instead of describing this life and relationship as a place of freedom, it becomes a stuffy house with a list of things I can't do. It's hard to imagine how a human can live a life under the yoke of an unpleasant god, but some do, somehow. I'm not that person. Meaning that even if I knew a religion were to be true,  if it meant a life of following rules that didn't mean anything, I don't know how I would stay aboard. I'm glad my God's not unpleasant. How else would there be hope for humanity?