Finally

I have finally made it all the questions ask and the i dotted and T's crossed and sadly the end of my paper trail. Now I am on to nothing but memories. Some good some bad but it is that way for all. I think I started off gay born gay... know what I mean. I think my Mom knew early on too. I think they both did and just choose to try and make it go away. Buy her a purse and force her to carry it and she will become the sweet little thing you want her to be. Not me never was...I tried... really I did. It just wasn't meant to be. I was in a good family. We traveled we had a big house nice things, I could have had it all.... well not really I never could adjust. I never felt I fit in. I always felt I belonged else where. Somewhere out there there was a Mom my Mom the one that would love me for who I was and not care if I was a tomb boy or if I was gay. Somewhere but no where close.