The moment that changed my life wasn’t an “Ah-Ha!” moment. I was at Gibson ranch, it was june and I had just turned 16 a few days before. I was sitting in a lady’s tent having my hands hennaed. My step dad’s friend had taken me to the event, and was getting my hands tattooed as a birthday gift. We started talking to the lady about the little curve balls life throws us when the friend told me that the man I had been calling “dad”, wasn’t I looked at him, and simply “I know.” I said not much else while my paste was drying, realizing that deep down I had known for a long time. It was the family secret, only most of the family that knew were not the ones that it should have been told too. I didn’t know, that was for sure. It did make things…
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