He hugged me and told me, “You’re my son. He wasn’t happy that I was gay, but he didn’t reject me like she had. She kicked me out of the house the next morning. She was holding my six-month-old brother in her arms throughout the whole ordeal, and at one point asked God for guidance to properly raise him so he wouldn’t turn out like me. She made me get on my knees and promise that I wouldn’t tell my dad, ever. After crying for what felt like an eternity, my mom told me that I was just inexperienced with girls and that she would pay a prostitute to turn me into a real man. My dad was on the road for work and my younger sister was at a friend’s house. I came out to my mom when I was 23, thinking she would embrace me with open arms.
