I know alot has been written about coming out to parents and that hardship. Growing up, my Dad treated me as his son until puberty. He taught me how to tie a tie, to shave, shoot, throw knives...well the list goes on. When I first came out to him, years ago, he was very supportive, said he had always known. But, then he started listening to the naysayers, and now, I can't stand being around him. I long for the Dad I had. I am thankful for all the times we had and trying to find a way to bring that back again. He's just one of those people that fear what others say and think. Just a rant I needed to post.
