The chances that people actually end up seeing this blog are slim to none I am sure. But I have high hopes that it will help to eventually put some peace to some of the emotions that I deal with in my life. And maybe even help some in my quest. Read on...
Today I received a text message from my father. It was an apology for how he treated me as a kid. It literally sank my heart.
 There was a phone call before the text message that included a voice message I am glad that I did not hear until the day was over. It was him saying that he didnât know why he was having to apologize, he just heard that I was waiting for one.Â
It isn't that I was necessarily âwaitingâ for an apology... Just asked once, did not get it, and had hope that one day I would receive it.
I did not have a âgoodâ childhood. In fact it was more of a nightmare than anything really. My strongest memories are of abuse and mistreatment, verbal abuse, sexual abuse, physical abuse... My home life was always unstable and constant chaos.
My memories mainly surround being punished for something - anything really. It carried into insecurity issues that hang over my life as an adult today.
I am a gay male in my early 30â˛s. I have busted my ass to become someone that I never thought that I could be. And I do have my issues, we all do, but somehow I overcame the stereotype that usually surrounds people with my type of past.
I hope to be able to share this with people, mostly for myself, but also to give some insight into my world even though I have decided to remain anonymous.Â