"Gerald! Stop it."
"I want you out of here by the end of the week."
"Fine."
"But I'm taking Ike."
"Oh no you're not!"
"Yes, I am."
"You can have that gay, Kyle."
You can only imagine how much these words hurt me.
My own father, didn't want me around.
I guess it's understandable, being gay is against Jewish beliefs but only against very religious Jewish beliefs.
"Hey! Hurting me is one thing but don't take it out on Kyle."
"Ike is with me. End of discussion."
"What about turns? Month with me, month with you?"
"What is he? A toy?" No."
"Look, it's that or I take him until he's 16 and he decides."
"Fine! But if you do something to him, I will fight for custody."
I guess it's fine because I don't want my dad around anyway, but Ike is only 9. He doesn't deserve this...
The following day my father left the house taking Ike with him for the month.
Ike said goodbye but my father didn't even look me in the eye.
It's not my fault I'm gay... is it?
Luckily, my dad left on a Friday so I had two days to clean my mind. Maybe I could meet up with the guys?
