tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191966.post-1115317885093495892005-05-05T13:33:00.000-04:002005-05-05T14:31:25.176-04:00Or a father. Or a family? Yes, a family now that you mention it, why not? Not just a bunch of... ack anyway, what gives.<br /><br />I guess being geographically away from my family saved me a lot of pain and suffering in the early stages. I can only imagine my mother's cold look or my father's anger. But what do they know? Nothing. They worked SO hard to keep me from emigrating and now they say it's the best thing I could have done given the bad, bad situation where I'm from. Another of those situations they would ignore my opinions about stuff only for it to come true afterwards.<br /><br />Some day I'll write a decade-by-decade story of my life (there's only two and some of those now anyway) or maybe in five year intervals. What I wanted to say is that my GID kept me apart from not only my parents but the world in general, but no one cared to look beyond the walls anyway. I stopped confiding in my mother when I was about 13 or so, whenever she was mad at me she'd use what I'd told her against me. Also, she would divulge it to my stepfather. Great.V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812296579111880006noreply@blogger.com