A GAY MORMON LOVE STORY
I did my best to raise my son to be the best he could be. My wife died 8 years ago when Steven was 10 and it took a while for him to be able to talk about anything, even his mom. He’s was 18 and ready to take on the world. I was lucky to find a good Mormon wife and we lived as good as we could. Well, we are technically Jack Mormons. We drink, we swear, we wear normal clothes. We only wear our Mormon clothes to church. Lately tho, I just didn’t have the drive to go to church. But Steven wanted to go on a mission to try to educate and convert others. It’s something he wanted to do and I didn’t want to try to stop him. I wanted him to see what ever he wanted to see. So off he went for two years. I’d be by myself for the first time. I wasn’t sure how or what to do. Luckily one of the guys in church had started the hobby or craft I should say of creating quilts. So I tried my hand at that and it turned out to be pretty simple and therapeutic. I made several quilts for around the house an...