Memory never forgotten

A memory is not just something a person remembers, but a memory is meant to be remembered. What I am about to tell you is a memory of mine that occured three years ago. I was sixteen then and was living with my father who was separated from my alcoholic mother. I was their only child.

It was not entirely easy living with my father. He did not know I was gay. Up until now I believed that. Now you"..re about to hear just how my father found out.

Dad was seeing this girl named Cheryl and on this particular day she and he were going out of town for the weekend. Cheryl had two son...

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