When I was 14 years old I told you I was gay. I was young and scared but knew I didn’t want to lead an unhonest life not only with myself but with others. I wanted to be Genuine and stand up for what I believe in. I wanted you to know that I was still the son you have loved for 14 years, I wanted you to know because I care so much for you and I didn’t want to not have you in my life or have to hide or sneak around.
I think it’s horrible that to my face you love me but behind my back you’re embarrassed by me.
You live far away so I asked you to join face book so you can see the progress of the remodel of my home, and so we could keep in touch, so I could be a part of what was going on in your world and so you could also share in mine. I was elated when I found out that you, in fact, do have a face book page and I wasn’t told. I couldn’t believe you would do that. I realize you’re beyond embarrassed that your son is a loving genuine hard working man who just happens to be gay, however you’re also extremely hurtful. The mind games you play by calling me and asking me to stay in touch when you really don’t want me involved in your life makes me so sick I could puke. Everyone deserves a Dad, I am blessed to have one.
I don’t hate you, I feel sorry for you, because like that asshole who’s shit you cosign Karma will be around and I hope that you don’t feel as bad as I feel daily.
Love your GOOD SON!