My father asked if I was gay at least twice.
If it’s any consolation, literally the same thing happened to me with the person I thought was my father.
If anyone told me I’d be where I am today three years ago, I’d have never believed you. Or I’d have tried to do better.
I’m sick of having good days and bad days. The good days are incredible. The bad days are devastating. I’m not unintelligent. I’m not sure how I got here.
Are you in a better place now or worse compared to three years ago?
I think I know what you mean about good and bad days.