Of course God answers prayers. God has a plan, but both Moses and Abraham taught us that God was willing to negotiate. When God wanted to smite Sodom and Gomorrah Abraham begged God to take the innocent lives into account. Abraham repeatedly questioned God's willingness to kill an entire city and forsake good people. God eventually agreed that if there were 10 righteous people that Gomorrah would be spared. Spoiler... there weren't.
Everyday on social media there are posts, especially from women about how they aren't going to succumb to the old patriarchal regime of being a mom and putting their needs on the backburner for someone else. They aren't going to give up their girls night out and their shoe collection for some crying, drooling brat, as if A. kids have no worth in and of themselves more than shoes, and B. Kids never grow out of the infant stage and won't be there to take care of their parents' crying, drooling asses one day.
I didn't judge people who were religious. In fact my dad used to encourage me to check out different religions and see if any of them fit. I understood that my problems with religion itself had more to do with my mother and her psychosis than the religion itself, but for a long time people who talked about Jesus really freaked me out. When it was time to baptize my son I knew that I wanted him to be Catholic like my grandmother, who had passed away at that point. I had been baptized myself as a baby, but never any other formal religious teaching.