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In the third grade I didn’t know how to spell tadpole. For every letter I missed my dad would whip me across my back with a leather belt until I would bleed.
As the dreams continued I began to focus on the issue of forgiveness concerning my dad.
I thought that I had nothing to live for. I thought that I was the most worthless mother on the face of the earth. I was no good as a wife. As a mother. As a daughter. As a friend
I was addicted to pornography, I was addicted to masturbation. I was addicted to sex. I was also a heterosexual male
As I came out I heard her singing “Jesus loves me.” The faster she rocked, the louder she sang. My parents heard her and we were kicked out of the house.
"By the time I was in puberty I had one foot in the homosexual world, one in the heterosexual world, and I didn’t know how I got there."
I thought, “No, church sounds really boring.” I was a teenager at the time. I asked what most teenage [boys would] ask, “Are there going to be girls there.” The answer was, “Yes.” I said, “I’m going to church!” So I went to c...
My father took a baseball bat from the corner of the room and started beating my mother over the head, face, and upper body. The darkest day of my life was the day they lowered her body into the ground.
"My grandfather was very perverted. He did things and said things only to me, and it was kept a secret."