Aprofound and lyric essay by Lise MacTague that resonated with me and I think will with many of you.
We know we’re the lucky ones because we’ve survived. It could be worse. But many of the things we feel “lucky” for are things no one should have to endure.
Posted on June 15, 2016 by Lise MacTague
I came out to my parents when I was twenty. My mom already knew. My father might not have been happy about it, but he faked it well enough that I didn’t find out about his discomfort until years after he died.
I am one of the lucky ones.
When I was seventeen, I went for a walk READ MORE OF THE ORIGINAL
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