Coming Out

The Beginning of (my) Time

March 25, 1999 the day it all happend. The day "wrongly formed" came to life. My birthday.

Some people say its the way you were born. Others believe its the way you were raised. However, the problem with that theory is that I was raised in the happiest most normal enviroment anyone could ask for.

My mum, Mary, would wake me up for school at early morning, and run downstairs to make breakfast. We would sit on the table with my dad, David, as he read the morning paper. Dad drove me to school everyday, and everyday, every single day, before leaving for work, my dad kissed my mum goodbye. I had the most normal family ever. But why am I like this?

I'm Nash. Fifteen years old. Brown hair and hazel eyes. Popular, tons of friends, puberty, ups and downs. An average male kid, well that's what I was suppose to be.

I was always a happy child, who was close to family, who had tons of friends. I lived in a family that would go to church every Sunday. The kind of family with a "God Bless Our Home" sign on the front door. The kind of family with a bible in every room. The kind of parents who contributed to anti-gay protests, who frowned upon abortion. Who belived they had the right to judge people. I lived in an average christian conservative home.

I was normal. I was on their path. I was everything they dremt in a child,  untill I turned 11. The day of my uncle John's wedding to be exact. You see, that was the day I met Luke, that was the day my world, changed.

Short! Yes I know just a prolouge. I will update soon. And I promise to commit to this.

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