I miss my house.
As I had said before, this house had everything that I loved. It is the reason I started to do stained glass. And losing it was so wound into the whole anti-gay sentiment in the world. I lost my job in the church not because I was a bad pastor, but because I was gay. Not because I did anything illegal, but because I was gay. Not because of anything I did, but because of what I was. I could have lied and kept the call and the house, but that would have killed me and probably killed my relationship with Nick.
Am I sad I lost my house? Yes. Would I change the way it happened? If it meant losing Nick, no way.
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