A friend of mine figured it out on New Years eve. I never wanted him or anyone in his family to know. And it's destroying him. His family and their house has always felt like a sanctuary to me. They are the only family I've ever known that seems to truly love each other for who they are. Sometimes it's baffling. Sometimes it brings me hope. Sometimes I feel privileged, like I'm witnessing the last of an endangered species. I love being around them. They are my sanctuary. That's why I never wanted any of them to know. They could tell something has been off but they didn't know. Now the oldest b