I screwed up
Okay folks. I was wrong.
It wasn’t an intentional error, which perhaps makes it even worse.
What I wrote in my last post was wrong.
I wrote about the shitty part of my year – the first part.
I implied that my family did not accept me.
That is simply not true. My family loves me. My sister has stood by my side.
I was scared that I’d lose her. I was scared that I’d lose my nieces. I was scared that the worst case would happen.
Crap, there’s a fire in the coffee shop where I’m writing this, so I will have to make this quick.
What I was fearful of, never happened. If anything, I’ve been shown more love by my sister and father than I ever had imagined possible.
I guess what I should have written is that I was scared of what did not happen. My sister loves me. My father loves me. My mom loves me. I am loved. a