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I slept in the car one night with my newborn baby. That was one of those “God, why me” moments.
My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.
I started to make emotional ties with a lot of these girls that were just unhealthy.
That’s the key thing here and when someone says they’re gay or homosexual, that is now saying; “That is my identity.”
I started asking questions of some friends of mine that I knew were in church, like; “Really what’s the point of existence? What’s the meaning of life?”
"I almost feel completely empty, completely drained, completely freed of everything that had held me back before."
She came home and said, “I wrecked your truck today.” Of course, I jumped off the deep end and immediately wanted to go reach for a beer and some drugs to drown out the emotions.
She set the snake on fire and legs grew out of the snake.
I couldn’t understand, from the civil war and being exposed to dead bodies, abuse, and suffering, from being in shelters and then coming to America thinking “finally”.