It wasn't untill that age that I was able to understand and except it. The signs were always there however. Since seven I secretly dressed in my siste...'s clothing and pretended I was a woman. Later came the sexual acting and masterbation. Although I never understood why I did it, and usually buried it afterwards, I knew it made me feel extremely good. I never felt an attraction to men so I couldn't be gay right? On to the story now. When I was eighteen I was already living on my own. I quit. It only got worse when, after Tim died, it was Bobby who knew how to get through to her.Because of Tim, she felt guilty about loving Bobby. She was jealous of the women Bobby spent his time with. Bev and Suzie had tried to apologize, but they weren’t the women Connie was talking about. It was the other women ... Janet ... Misty ... Renee ... Erica.But what complicated things for Constance wasn’t just that he had sex with all those other women. It was that he cared so deeply for her. She knew he. My relationship with Gary became even more complicated by the fact that he was terribly jealous of Robert and my deep affection for him. Gary had a girlfriend at college, but he seemed to know that she was not 'the one'. I was candid and honest with Gary. I told him that I hoped to marry Robert some day. I confessed that I wanted to be his wife. Gary did not like this one bit. Because of my inability to resist Gary's advances, and the tremendous guilt I felt upon returning to Robert after. Julie looked confused."You know what?" Because I know your big secret, and how sad it makes you, and I just want to make you happy for a night. I know how much you and Daddy love each other," Amy whispered.History was made that night. I think it was the first time I had ever seen it.Julie lost it. She freaked out."What do you mean, my big secret? What are you talking about?" She turned pale as she realized it wouldn't work; Amy really did know."Oh! Oh... Oh God, Amy, please... you can't tell.