When I joined in the Church as a teenager in 1988, there were a couple of families who kind of adopted me. I will forever to grateful to them for their love and guidance. It's now about three years since I started my coming out journey, but I've not come out to them, although I think they know anyway.
It's been almost twelve months since I stopped going to Church. One of the families lives here in Sydney and the other in Melbourne. The mother of one of these families managed to extract my news from a close mutual friend. I told my friend I didn't want her to lie for me at any time.
I got an email today from the eldest son of one of these families, he said "I hear you're not attending Church, what's going on?" I was kind of glad that he asked. So I explained how I got to where I am today, how I've felt about that journey and how I've felt about that in the context of Church.
I'm curious to hear back from him, I'll keep you posted.
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