Ryder's POV“Yes, Mama,” I said, unlocking the door to my room with my phone pressed between my ear and shoulder. “But I'm done with that man. It's a shame you married him.”“Ryder,” she called softly. “Your father loves you. He just doesn't understand what being gay actually means.”I stepped into the room. “Oh, he does. Gay men are men who are scared to be men, so they become women. His words, not mine.”“Scared of being men?” She scoffed. “You're more of a man than your brother. The only sport your brother can play is golf, and he sucks at that too.”I threw my bag onto the bed and flopped down beside it. “He's my father's favorite.”“Ryder,” she said, her voice growing quieter. “I'm not telling you to make up with your father. I'm begging you not to cut off your family. You're as much a part of this family as anyone else.”I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. “Thanks, Mother.”“How's that little degenerate prick you call your roommate?”“Relax, Mother.” I laughed. “He's not
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