My Dad Got His Christian Parents’ Inheritance—And The Next Day He Came Out… Riding With A Gang Of Bikers
The house. The business. The money. Everything that defined our family, everything that screamed respectability. From the outside, we were perfect. Bible verses framed the walls of every room. Dinner was alcohol-free, a ritual of quiet civility. Sundays were sacred, dedicated to church without fail. The image we projected was unassailable: the “good family,” admired…