My dad is a complex person. And my relationship with him has been
equally complex. I was not the kid and I was not the son he wanted. What
he wanted was a small version of him. Or at least a small version of
the idealized version of himself he liked to think he was. This ideal
son would love and excel at sports, enjoy out-doorsey activities, be an
Eagle Scout, be the life of every party, the most popular person in
their peer group, and then go on to attend collage at West Point before
becoming a career soldier and war hero. That's what my dad wanted.
Faith is finally out. The last reveal? A letter to her dad, which is included in her post, The Final Coming Out.
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