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The Untold Truth of Coming Out as Gay and Living with My Ex-Wife
A good friendship doesn’t need to end at divorce
When I came out as gay, it was pretty obvious that my wife and I needed to get a divorce.
Following the rules has not been something I’ve been good at. When I see a rule, I tend to ask myself “But why?” because limits can feel like a turtle neck that’s two sizes too small.
Conversion therapy told me that my whole life would fall apart after I came out. That was a lie that kept me chained with fear to the faith I held so dear.
Frozen with the fear of losing everything, everyone, I had grown to love.
The questions started like a spark and quickly grew into a flame. Fires rising inside me, melting the permafrost prison of my mind. Shame that kept me frostbound in the name of faith.
Once I started to ask questions, they spread like wildfire.
My religion was like drinking alcohol, tricking me with an internal warmth while I was dying from frostbite and hypothermia.
We thought I could will it, heal it, or pray it away.
This article isn’t about my coming-out story, although I plan to share that another time. Neurodivergence…
