Account Deleted By User Hey FPH! I just want to share a little story I'm 18 now, and I always knew I was gay, and I have two families, one from my father-side where everyone is protestant christian and one from my mother-side where mostly everyone is roman catholic, since my parents have been divorced since I was a child I stayed with my mother and my dad moved to another state, so growing up just being with my mother-side family I thought they were very nice and no one was fat, but when my mom would force me to visit my father-side fatass homophobic family on holidays and it was awful, the fridge was full of rotten food (they didn't throw away anything, just keep filling the fridge until stuff started to fall down) and they would eat doritos at 3 am while watching tv, yea it was that disgusting. They forced me and cousins to have bible studies, go to church and I always used to get sick with the food so it was a nightmare. So that's why my hatred towards that family started to build up since I was a kid, but when I was 14 I wasn't careful enough and post something on social media or someone posted something (I really don't know who told my fatass aunt or how she discovered the info or what post it was) that hinted about my homosexuality, so it spread to all my family members and eventually they told my mom, and things started to get bad. My mom talked to me and I was so stupid to think that she would accept me because growing up with my awesome mother-side family they were so chill about everything, but no, she called my dad and before I became a sophomore in high school, they made me move with my fatass grandparents 3 hours away from my home and they put me to a stupid pseudo-science filled christian pile of bullshit homeschool, for one year I lived at the same house with those fatasses and their rotten food fridge, they forbidden me from using social media and watching TV, so I had no internet access and no TV, they made me go to church 2 or 3 times per week and I had to read the bible all day long and I wasn't allowed to stop until I said was ''cured'' and they forced me to do house work or find a job, I was forced to get the thrash out of the house, including their disgusting bathroom and carry and move a lot of heavy furniture until my back hurt. I would cry almost everyday until I said fuck it, I'm going to play it, so for the next months I was a ''cured ex son of satan'' and made a lot of things to make it seem like it, including one time where I gave $167 dollars as a church offering in front of them, and to get back to my hometown and be with my friends again I started talking to my mom to come see her (I wasn't allowed to talk to my mom without their disgusting presence because the first time I called her I told her to accept me), so after a year I pack ''stuff for a 2 weeks stand'' but in reality it was all my stuff, I was ready to leave the shit out of there and stay at my hometown with my mom and see my friends again. When I saw her I first started to tell her about how my old school was way better than the one I was in and that I would get better chances of going to a good college if I came back to that school, I started talking about that topic because education is very important to her, but my fatfuck grandparents would always lie to her (everything is fine, he is better at maths now, he has new friends, he doesn't want to leave here) and bullshit like that which obviously my mom believed because ''they were righteous christians that don't lie'', so I convinced her and my grandparents were so pissed, they told her that she was a bad mom and stuff like that. What I felt when I stayed there, when I could finally be free and return to my life, to my friends, was out of this world, that's when I realized I wouldn't have to cry again, I wouldn't have to... well I don't have words, I'm actually crying right now. Now I'm 18 and I'm currently at Pharmaceutical Chemistry in college now, my grandfather is dying of recurring antibiotic-resistant infections and I don't really care, he's dead to me already. I don't usually talk about this because people say ''but you should love them, family is important, reeee'', but fuck it, to me family is not genetic, family is the people who love you and support you, like your friends or your actual family. What hurts me the most is that my mom still doesn't believe me when I tell her who they really are (they steal money from church offerings, they are liars and manipulative awful people) but that's okay to me as long as I never see them again which is what's going to happen. TL:DR: I was forced to live with my fatass grandparents for one year because of my homosexuality, they treated me like shit and I had to pretend to find my way back home.