I'm 34. I fell in love with a beautiful man. I lost him. It hurt me a great deal. I never took life or myself seriously in my 20s. I find myself having to take personal responsibility for who I am, in regards to who I love. I am a man that loves other men and sometimes women. I plan on telling my family, starting with my mother, next month. If I can't be who I am I'll never be able to hold on to the love that comes in my life. I have 5 gay first cousins in my family and I'll be damned if I let my story be another that fades away and becomes something they are ok with as long as no one talks about it. I need them. Oh, Life.
Thank you for the welcome, Peoples. I'm going to be reflecting a lot on possible approaches and conversation. There are several helpful items on this website. I'm glad I registered even if to just say who I am here first.
