As long as I can remember, my mom and I were best friends. I guess you can call me the traditional "momma's boy," because it's true. We would play card games to the crack of dawn and watch movies together. I guess I should give you a little family history first.

I was born and raised as a PK (preacher's kid). I grew up in the parsonage where I learned to love God. About three months after my 13th birthday, my parents split up. I got involved with a little bit of everything, except God, to try and make the pain go away. I got into witchcraft, masturbation, pornography addiction, homosexuality, and many other sinful things.

As I was saying, my mom and I were the best of friends. When she left my dad, I went with her. Many interesting months followed as my parents kept trying to put our family back together. All the time, they were hurting me more and more. My dad got married about two months after the divorce was final. I grew to hate this woman and made it my life's mission to make her life a living hades. A few weeks before my birthday (six months after the divorce) my mom married someone on a serious rebound. Things continued about the same. In the course of the next year, my dad left his wife a couple of times and my mom left her husband about three times. Eventually, a year after my parents had seperated, we were all living in a one bedroom, one bath, one small kitchen, and one small living room house. Once again, promising me that my family would be reunited we set out on another "Save our Family" journey. It didn't happen of course. My parents moved back in with their spouses, putting me in an awkward situation. At that point, I wanted to be with my mom but I didn't want to be with my stepdad. So, I swallowed hard and moved in with my dad and his wife. BIG MISTAKE!! I don't have the time or web space to describe the horror I went through there, so I won't try. My dad finally opened his eyes and realized that I was being treated very harshly and unjust so he left her and we moved in to a little cabin-like house in the woods. Soon after, my mom decided that she was leaving her husband. "Oh." I thought, "I can move back in with mom." She was overwhelmingly happy when I told her this. We moved into a trailer that was probably ten feet away from my dad's house. I was in heaven. To have my parents that close was a dream. Of course, things didn't work out. My parents moved back in with their spouses and I decided to stay with mom this time. A couple of months later, we left for good. We lived with friends until we could find a place. My dad and mom began talking again. My dad decided to divorce his wife also. Both my parents were single and talking, how cool! Of course it didn't work out. They fought all the time, fuss after fuss after fuss. They finally left each other alone and my mom began dating this really cool guy, he was the exact opposite from my former stepdad. My dad starting seeing his ex-wife again. I rededicated my life back to Christ in January. My dad remarried his ex-wife, not my mom, on their previous anniversary (the one in April). This was only about three months ago. I'm still recovering from that.

In the middle of all my problems with my family, I had another problem. EVERYBODY at school considered me gay. I guess it's because I have a lot of my mom in me and at times, I act really crazy. The devil whispered into my ear all the time, "They're right, you're gay." After a while, I began to classify myself as homosexual. My already strong pornography addiction went from strong to unbreakable (so it seemed). I switched my whole porn collection from straight to gay. I got worse and worse until that's all that I thought about. I would have phone sex with guys, masturbate very frequently, and at some points given anything to have a guy. There is a verse in the bible that says the Lord won't allow us to receive temptation stronger than we could handle. Back then, I couldn't handle being tempted by another guy to have sex. I would have snapped like a tooth pick. If you are visiting my site you probably understand what I'm saying.

Thanks to the blood of Jesus, I no longer consider myself as homosexual. I realize that God has made a perfect woman for me, and that she's out there waiting for me. I am willing to listen to anybody, not just guys in my situation. I can offer help with any situation.

I've been in your position, thinking that there is no help for your problem. I can help you. True, I'm not Jesus, but I am his hands and feet. I can pray for you, talk to you, comfort you, anything you need! I'm never too busy to help someone in distress.

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