Homosexuality An Ingredient of a Poor Parent
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When I was growing up in a little town called Charleston, Mississippi, I always pictured what my life would be like when I got older. I knew that I wanted to have the American dream: a house with a white picket fence, a loving partner, 2.5 kids and a dog named Charlie. Now that I am twenty-eight, I have almost achieved my desirable lifestyle. I bought a beautiful home in the same town that I grew up in, and I am in love with the most wonderful person. Joey and I have been together for the last five years, and we are as much in love with each other as we were when we first started dating. About a year ago on our vacation, Joey proposed to me in Central Park, New York, in one of the carriages that are drawn by horses. It was one of the most romantic nights I ever experienced. Since that night, we have been living together in my home. We hope to have children as soon as we get married, and I know that Joey would be a wonderful parent...