Alone and Remorseful

Where to begin?  In short, I am your average gay guy, trying to stumble his way through life.  At length, I am a pathological liar that was caught in his lies, and ruined every single relationship he had.  I admit it, I’m the bad guy.  The guy that played on other people’s emotions to gain the love and gratification he was never given.  My lying started when I moved from a conservative midwestern broken family into a southern broken family.  I moved from my mother’s to my father’s at the age of 14.  I wanted to forget my upbringing, the privileges I was denied, and the love and attention I so desperately craved.  On my first day of school in my new home, I covered my past by claiming that I was from a foreign country.  I had taught myself the language of said country, and used my talent and wit to continue masking my true identity.  It was a comfort blanket, a means of not having to face the realities of what I had gone through.  And from there on out, things simply snowballed and I was entangled in a web of lies that I had created.

To be continued…..