In the early ‘60s, I lived in a small town in Oklahoma with a family that looked perfect to the outside, but it was dark inside. I was sexually abused at age 5 by neighborhood teens and by my mentally ill father throughout my teen years. My parent’s divorce gained me an over bearing step father who hated me. My grandfather’s mistress took advantage of me. My controlling mother and grandmother were full of anger. I was longing for love and fell into the arms of homosexuality. Continue reading
Husbands, love your wives….
The Shawn Mullin Story
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Fear can keep us up all night long, but faith makes one fine pillow— Unknown