Beauty like ice our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth slippery way: Pleased with the surface we glide swiftly on And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Deep down my mom had long suspected I was gay... Much of her anger and hurt came from her sense of betrayal that she was the last to be told.

The fear really hits you. That's what you feel first. And then it's the anger and frustration. Part of the problem is how little we understand about the ultimate betrayal of the body when it rebels against itself.