Coming out
Even though I've known that I'm gay even since the age of 6, it's not something I had ever told anybody about until this week. I was tired of feeling I needed to hide. On Sunday, in church, it became too much for me to handle and I decided to finally come out of the proverbial closet. I called my parents and my sister to say that I needed to tell them something. They didn't ask any questions, and just assumed it was important. We agreed to meet at my parents' house on Tuesday for dinner. Since I knew I wouldn't be able to talk, I wrote everything down in a letter. I must've read and tweaked that thing a thousand times between Sunday and Tuesday evening. Here's what happened on Tuesday.
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