“I knew my same-sex attraction wasn’t going away. I was hurting myself—and I was hurting Aleesha and the kids. But I kept it a secret. I was never caught. I eventually came clean, sobbing, ‘So… do you want me to leave?’ We sat there crying, clinging to each other. I braced for rejection. But instead, she said, ‘No, never. You’re my best friend. I need you to stay. We’ll figure it out.’ I expected anger. What I got was love.”
