This coming out thing is amazing, exciting, thrilling, enervating, motivating, enlightening, astonishing, liberating and so many other
…But when it comes to family, coming out can be--well, a bitch (said reticently in a very soft whisper)...Yes, a BITCH! (screamed at the top of my lungs and I now feel so much better, thank you very much, with sincerest apologies to you SSA and SGA guys who've probably never read such language before and are, therefore, offended.)
The situation with my family has become so complicated I don't know where to actually begin (or end for that matter) so I'll just avoid the details. Suffice it to say that my relationship with my former wife and children (who are supposedly now adults)(with whom I had rarely a disagreement or argument in all our lives together) has been an emotional roller coaster ride of epic proportions. What at first seemed to be a fairly smooth transition has become an honest to goodness nightmare (yes, I dream about this ghastly situation almost every night, something out of Stephen King's world of the most terrifyingly bizarre).
Why am I telling you all of this (without telling you much at all)? Because there are moments this situation causes me to feel so lonely and isolated that I actually begin to sense the seeds of second thoughts, perhaps the beginnings of guilt and remorse, and maybe the inkling of an attempt to put everything back in the box.
But then in an instant, I remember the still small voice that led my steps, the spiritual strength that came from doing what I know to be right, the peace of conscience that makes the soul at one with the divine and, thankfully, as I remember these choice experiences, I am once again floating among the clouds.
How comforting is Christ's admonition to his apostles, "If you have faith, and doubt not, you shall say to this mountain, be you removed, and...it shall be done." If faith can move mountains, it can surely heal wounded hearts. All will be well...