My Amazing Metamorphosis

The Road Not Taken Robert Frost , 1874 - 1963 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference I have loved this poem every since I memorized it in high school. Would I choose the right road? Last year, I finally came to that place in my life where there the two roads of my life diverged, I had two distinct choices that lead in opposite directions. For the first 39 years of my life, I had always made choices that kept me on the road that was most comfortable, the most planned out, the straight and narrow road. I committed to staying on that road at a very young age. It looked something like this; Try to live the life that my Sav...

Today is the one year anniversary. One year ago today, I was a Mormon. My husband was a Mormon AND the leader of our local congregation (called a Bishop). I took my seven kids to church for (at least) three hours every Sunday. Most of my friends were Mormon. Most of my family (and my husband's family) were Mormon. It was all I knew. It was what I believed. It was an integral part of my daily thoughts and actions. That is why it was so hard for my oldest son to tell me. That is why he hid his real self. That is why he prayed fervently and fasted regularly... There was no way that God would have made him gay. Being gay went against our religion. Being gay was a serious sin. Being gay would keep you out of heaven. He didn't plan on telling me. He didn't know if he would even be alive long enough for it to matter. He didn't know what to do, so he stopped eating. He went two and a half days without food, until his sight started to blur. That is when I no...