The Family- Pt.1
Some days, I wish I could take it back. I love my family, of course. But I don’t think anyone would have guessed what happened next. I was 23 and had just gotten out an emotionally-abusive relationship when I met Elizabeth. I was at a gay bar and decided to advance my bi-sexuality some more. This woman was beautiful, hair black as a raven, lips the color of blood, eyes as green as emeralds with a brush of freckles on her cheeks. I was sitting alone, feeling like an idiot, when she came to talk to me. “You lost?” She asked me as I listened to her beautiful French accent. “What?” I asked her with one eyebrow raised. She giggled cutely before continuing her jest with a teasing grin. “You’re at a gay bar and …