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When I was twelve the Lord woke me up one night and instructed me to pray for my future wife whom I had never met.
From the very beginning my real dad told me he loved me, but left. He may have loved me, but I don’t know. Then a step dad came in, and said he loved me and my mom, but would also tell me to not tell. It started with fondling...
Every relationship, every encounter, would get worse, would become more perverted, more faceless, more emotionless. I had been with countless men. I could fill up a notebook full of the men that I had been with.
"My grandfather was very perverted. He did things and said things only to me, and it was kept a secret."
I was addicted to pornography, I was addicted to masturbation. I was addicted to sex. I was also a heterosexual male
I was the sixth of seven children. I was molested from the time I was two or three years old until I was six or seven.
I remember of walking on a bridge in New York City, hearing an evil presence. As I looked over the edge of the bridge I heard a voice say, “Jump. It’ll be all over.”
"By the time I was in puberty I had one foot in the homosexual world, one in the heterosexual world, and I didn’t know how I got there."
When a child grows up thinking abuse is what love from a parent looks like, you don’t know it’s so horrifically wrong until someone else tells you.
All of my life my family has been drug addicts, prostitutes, and different things. I didn't grow up in a very good household.