After twenty years of marriage, I discovered that at the heart of every lie is a seed that when watered and cultivated grows mighty, like a windswept tree. The source of my lies—the biggest lie of all—was the idea that a gay boy could not be loved. It was planted inside me as a child, and it was fruitful and multiplied. This was where the limb of lies that twisted throughout my marriage—and within myself—began. But finally, the gnarled roots were unearthed and exposed to the light. Here was where the lie withered, the roots upended, and truth bloomed.
