Mother turned to me with teary eyes both hands on her head, dad was at the mini-bar in the sittings room drowning him self in alcohol. I'm not sure he realizes that none of this drama and scene they are painting is going to make me change my mind. My mind was already made up on My sexuality and if they would have problem with it, if the world has a problem with it then its a good things I had decided to cease to exist.
It wasn't supposed to end like this wasn't the picture perfect I had created for myself. I mean I knew what I want even at the early age of seven. My little brother was only a two years old then, I remember vividly when we would both hide under the table because we didn't want to attend mid week service. We would stay there talking about everything, well I was doing mos
