How far does this go?
For those of you who haven't met me, I'm Dewey. I'm 33 and married, but my wife and I have decided to separate. We are each others best friends and we love each other, but the fact remains that I'm gay and there is nothing that will change that.
I was molested at age 10, and one of the after effects was that I completely suppressed my sexuality, or more accurately, I could not put the pieces together that would tell anyone else what I am.
We got married in 1996, and I had an emotional breakdown in 2000 that opened the door and finally let me put things together. My wide figured it out about 18 months later and was unable to cope, turning to prescription drugs to dull the pain, and is currently in recovery.
It seems like every time I turn around I find something else that would be different if that bastard had not molested me. It's like my whole life is a sham.
If he hadn't touched me, I would have known I was gay, and I wouldn't have married. I wouldn't have my kids either, and it feels pretty shitty to think that way.
How many things am I going to find in my life that are fucked up because of what he did?
I was molested at age 10, and one of the after effects was that I completely suppressed my sexuality, or more accurately, I could not put the pieces together that would tell anyone else what I am.
We got married in 1996, and I had an emotional breakdown in 2000 that opened the door and finally let me put things together. My wide figured it out about 18 months later and was unable to cope, turning to prescription drugs to dull the pain, and is currently in recovery.
It seems like every time I turn around I find something else that would be different if that bastard had not molested me. It's like my whole life is a sham.
If he hadn't touched me, I would have known I was gay, and I wouldn't have married. I wouldn't have my kids either, and it feels pretty shitty to think that way.
How many things am I going to find in my life that are fucked up because of what he did?