“Listen, I’d love to tell you,” I replied. “I’d have no goddamn problem laying it all out there for you. I have nothing to hide.” As I spoke the words, I realized that they were my truth. Because something had happened inside of me, something fucking strange, and I was growing weary of lying. Of covering up. Of constantly watching my back and the backs of my siblings. It was no life to live, and I didn’t want it anymore.
