Just in case you do read this Out, I may not personally feel what you feel, but I do understand.
My close friend's uncle was a raging alcoholic. The reason for this was probably because he was gay and his family was devout Roman Catholics. He actually lived and learned at a monastery (is that the right word?) Anywho, he was so torn between these two different lives that he basically drank himself to death. A lot of our childhood experiences dictate how we are able to handle life as adults. Hopefully the people in this world will at the very least become more tolerant of people who are different from themselves.
(Oh, and it was my mom who died or AIDS, not my daughter).
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