Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories and if you do love

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And wow, we, if we haven't just hit 100K, I talk more about that at the end, but let's crack on with

today's first story.

And before we do get into today's first story, there is just a warning of transphobia within

the story, so if you want to skip it, please feel free to do so.

Times stamps are down in the description and along the timeline below.

And it's from Sweet Vickton, 1996, who says, am I the asshole for advising my friend against

coming out?

I know the title sounds bad, but hear me out.

Also, I apologize for using any incorrect terminology related to the topic.

Okay, so I 23 female have a friend Sam, same age, who is a female to male transgender individual.

However, I am one of very few people who know this and generally still presents as a female.

This is because his family, mum, dad, grandfather, are all quite frankly horrible homophobics.

Seriously, I've been to their house three times since Sam and I met in middle school,

and each time one of them has launched into some sort of hateful rant completely unprompted.

Now, here is where it gets complicated.

Horrible as he might be, Sam's grandfather is very wealthy, and Sam is set to inherit

$2.5 million when he dies, which will probably be soon due to the man's rather serious health

conditions.

Sam has seen the will and knows this for a fact,

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