the day i met my dad

I was walking along the road, a 20 dollar bill in my pocket and my travel bag on my shoulder, my head still echoing with the shouting of my Mom and our the meeting with my Bishop. Yes I was gay; yes--I knew what that meant for me, loosing my priesthood, loosing the temple access, and at the end being excommunicated from my church. Leaving the ward where I grew up, all my friends, especially Bill, my buddy Bill, rather Elder Thorresen, once my best friend. Bill Thorresen and myself grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same church, attended the MTC in Salt Lake at the same time, and, like if that wasn't enough for bonding us together, we did our two years mission together in Norway. So yes, Bill was my best buddy, and suddenly it seemed that this friendship was history...all our souvenirs erased because I openly admitted I was gay?

I just could not get all that crap out of my head, and here I was, my bag on my shoulders, heading to the bus station, without any destination in my head. See, Mom and Dad got divorced ages ago, Im not even sure exactly when. As long as I can remember, Ive always been with Mom. Ive got two sisters, almost my age, and Mom, being a teacher was working hard and took care of us all. Thanks to the Church structure, weve been able to grow in a so-called family surrounding. And yes, things were okay for a while. Church every Sunday, met some nice friends, the one I could share my feelings about life with...and I admit it--it kept me out of the street, the booze, drugs, the smoke and...sex.