My mother died when I was fifteen, and my brother was seventeen, I was sent to live with my mother's parents who were homophobic and religious-fanatic while I am gay and agnostic, my father also kept my older brother.
My grandparents tried to make me see being gay was wrong, sick, unnatural, and sinful. They also made me go to a counsellor that nearly drove to kill myself, and caused me to self-harm. I lost the will to live almost completely.
Thankfully I have my friend Nathan, who always swore since I first met him, when I was fourteen, to protect me, even from myself. I am going to be nineteen soon, I am happy now, and I have not been in contact with any of my family since I turned eighteen, and moved in with Nathan.
So who do you think hates me more, my father for sending me there and seeming to not care, or my grandparents who made me miserable...?
2006-09-21
22:54:20
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