Family Faggot

What made me this way?

I hated my grandfather. I remember the day.

"At least I didn't raise a faggot," he says to my mother (a bi-polar manic depressive).

Faggot

Fag

The only thing I inherited from him was my alcoholism. And my fucking last name. Bastard.

My grandmother apologized, of course. But it didn't matter. As far as I was concerned she could take her Bible and shove it.

My cousins made my life hell in high school.

I remember my uncle telling my father "If he's not a fag, then he doesn't have anything to worry about."

Thanks Uncle Dave.

Blood might be thicker than water, but THEY made me want to drown in both.