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I Thought Uncovering My Father's Deepest Secrets Would Make Us Closer. I Was Wrong. | HuffPost HuffPost Personal

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No billionaire owner, means no billionaire influence. Our members ensure we can dig for the truth and hold the powerful accountable. Become a member today to help drive our mission. Already a member? Log in to hide these messages. When the powerful try to bury the truth, we dig it up. Your membership ensures HuffPost reporters can chase the stories others ignore, expose wrongdoing, and deliver the facts without compromise. Stand with fearless journalism. Already a member? Log in to hide these messages. Guest Writer “We’re getting a divorce,” my mother said with practiced steadiness. “Dad is going to tell you why.” It was a sticky afternoon in June the week after school let out for the summer. I’d just finished my sophomore year of high school, and my soon-to-be-freshman brother and I sat across from our parents in the green and gold living room they’d designed together. My mother stood up to switch places with my father so that he would be able to lean forward on the embroidered ottoma

The author with her father at her 17th birthday dinner in 2011, shortly after he came out as gay. Courtesy of Sophia Laurenzi “We’re getting a divorce,” my mother said with practiced steadiness. “Dad is going to tell you why.” It was a sticky afternoon in June the week after school let out for the summer. I’d just finished my sophomore year of high school, and my soon-to-be-freshman brother and I sat across from our parents in the green and gold living room they’d designed together. My mother stood up to switch places with my father so that he would be able to lean forward on the embroidered o

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