My dad always wanted a boy, but I think more than that, he wanted a son who would be eager to do all those "manly" things, like play football or go fishing. I was never into those things, and by the time I was sixteen, it started to become obvious I wasn't into another thing boys were into: girls. I was secretly seeing a boy who I would make out with sometimes after school. My dad apparently found out about it, because one weekend night we got in a huge fight and he called me a horrible name. Then he stormed out of the room, and when he came back he said I was no longer his son, because he wouldn't have some "faggot" for a son. I cried and begged but couldn't move him. Soon after that I had to move out.