I grew up with my three sisters in a Christian home. We lived in Te Aroha – population, three thousand. It was in this town that my parents separated and eventually divorced.
After the split Dad did visit with us on weekends and at least initially made an attempt to stay present in our lives.
It’s a difficult thing to maintain a sense of connectedness when you are miles apart and eventually we ended up distanced emotionally too.
Some would and have said, “That, Megan, is why you are gay. An emotional hardship involving your Father deserting you which had you, through a complex set of conscious and unconscious choices, reacting by rejecting men”. Continue reading “My Path to Live as a Gay Christian”