“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s okay. It feels good to finally tell someone.” He took another sip of wine then continued. “My father’s first reaction was to hit me and accuse me of lying to them just to hurt them. He picked me up and shook me, screaming at me to tell them I was lying. I had never been so scared in my entire life. I was afraid of my own parents. My parents, the same people who raised me the one’s I thought should love and protect me above all others. In an instant the fear turned to hate, and I fought back. I hit my father in retaliation. I shouted at him. I screamed that I was gay and proud of it. My mother didn’t say anything. She didn’t stand up for me or protect me. She let my father beat me. When it was over, my dad threw me on the floor and told me I had one hour to pack my things and leave. I’ve been on the streets ever since.”
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