Chapter 6: A FROG and a Really Bad Job Prospect
It was hard to believe two weeks had passed since I’d returned home. Christmas was just around the corner. Our first snowstorm dumped four inches on us and promptly melted the next day. I never thought I’d come to call Fawcettville home again, but it just goes to show that life was nothing if not unpredictable.
I never thought my gay marriage would end in a gay divorce.
What was so gay about that?
It almost felt like I’d been here forever. With apologies to Thomas Wolfe, I say that you can go home again—it’s just smaller than you remember. There was this sense that I’d never left. And I didn’t know whether that was a good thing or something that should have sent me screaming off into the night. But it was like my roots, ripped out when I
