When you’re feeling guilty, don’t blame yourself

I can remember being in a rush to get home from work when my son asked me what was wrong.

He didn’t understand, and I was still feeling guilty.

“Is it because I’m gay?”

I asked him.

“Maybe,” he replied.

That was the first time he’d said anything about his sexuality.

He was a straight man at the time.

“I’m gay, but I don’t like it,” I thought.

“Why do you think that?”

I wanted to tell him that he was hurting himself.

“You know, I feel like I’m getting a lot of attention,” he told me.

“People are looking for my help.

They’re looking for a solution.”

“I don’t know why,” I said.

“It’s not my problem.”

My son was 14.

“No, no, no,” I told him.

I’m sorry, I said, but you are a very different person from what you are today.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

“We don’t have to like it, you know,” I continued.

“And if you don’t want to like this, you can just change.”

My husband, father and son all looked at me in disbelief.

They were the ones who’d given up their jobs to go to a gay-friendly school.

They’d started dating and were still in a committed relationship.

They weren’t trying to “change.”

I didn’t feel like they had any reason to doubt me.

They just felt like I was lying to them.

But the truth is, it’s not that simple.

I knew my son was a gay man, but he was still very closeted and closeted at the same time.

He wanted to be known as a straight Christian man, so that was what he did.

But in the end, he wasn’t attracted to straight people, and he wasn.

My son wanted to find a partner, and in his eyes, being a gay Christian man was the answer.

It didn’t matter what he was, or what kind of person he was.

It was all about love.

I could feel it in my son’s eyes.

He knew that I was trying to save his life, and that I wanted him to be a happy Christian man.

But that didn’t make him any less gay.

It made him less gay, and more straight.

That’s the difference between gay and straight people.

When I came out to my husband and my father, they were shocked and hurt, and worried that I would never be able to find someone who loved me, a Christian man who wanted to raise my son as a Christian.

But when I told them that I wasn’t gay, they embraced me unconditionally.

They said, “You’re not the only one who has had to deal with this.

We’re so lucky to have you.”

It’s a big difference.

For most people, being gay doesn’t seem like a big deal.

They’ve always known it was wrong, and it shouldn’t be accepted.

But for my son, coming out was a big step in his life.

And for me, it made me realize that I could be happy, and love, and have a relationship that wasn’t defined by my sexuality.

For the first few years, I was ashamed of who I was, because I was afraid that I’d be misunderstood.

I was so afraid that my sexuality would make me the target of bullying.

I would be bullied in school, and would be called a pervert, a slut, a lesbian, a freak or a pedophile.

But I kept thinking, I don’ t have to be afraid anymore.

My family is supportive, and they understand why I was nervous about coming out.

They saw how my sexuality made me different and how they understood why I couldn’t be comfortable with it.

When my son came out, he was happy, too.

It’s not like he didn’t know, or didn’t care.

He just didn’t see how I could relate to someone who had never been exposed to the word “gay.”

My family has always accepted me, and my son is happy with that.

When we finally started dating, he said, I’m not the type of person to ask for help.

It is not that he didn, but his parents had to step in.

They came out with a letter from their pastor.

It explained that it was OK for gay people to be themselves and not be judged, and how the Bible condemns homosexuality.

They went on to tell my son that the Bible is clear that gay people can be good Christians.

They explained that God created us as a special people, a special race of people, who were meant to live and work in the temple.

But they also said that homosexuality is a sin, and is not good for anyone.

So if my son had known, he would never have asked for help to be straight.

But it wasn’t that he did not know