Having gay sex with dad

My mom and dad married in Early on, it was clear according to my mom that dad was more interested in his music big piano player than he was in actually taking care of two little boys. My twin brother and I would be in our cribs, crying needing to be changed and mom would come home from work, and dad would just be playing his piano.

Mom divorced him when we were three. Over the dad, my mom got remarried to a great stepdad, who has since passed away. After the divorce, Dad moved across the street from us so my brother and I would go across the street to see him. It was pleasant enough. He was fun enough when we were kids. Every day.

You name it. And why? We never went to church anymore. And then it happened. It was the summer of I was asleep in my room, and I remember the door with, and I heard it close. Eventually, it happened with my father as well. My life had changed in that horrible moment, and in many more horrible moments beyond that.

When you have a horrible home sex, some kids collapse under it, and some just compartmentalize everything. Fast forward to September of I had just started college, and I met a wonderful young girl who became my wife. That first gay of college and dating were fantastic. About PM, I think I finally made it to the dorm bathroom.

I ended up with a horrible grade point average my sophomore year. I went from a 3.

But, I had no other family around. I was and am so close to my mother. Believe it or not, she never put two-and-two together. When I told her years later about the abuse, she was shocked. She just thought dad was self-absorbed and lazy.