Shortly after I graduated from BYU, I moved into a house with some guys I didn’t know. Some of them were welcoming, some were not. But this story isn’t about them at all. They didn’t know what was going on in my life, and I was ok with that. In fact, only one of them knows now. I went to church with them every week. As far as they could tell, I was just another normal Mormon guy, not someone who was still falling.
While I was living there, I met a guy online. He was sweet, Continue reading
