The Principle by Rain Carrington

My name is Matthew Whitehouse, though everybody calls me Matt. This second story is mine, but like my cousin Mac, it’s not mine alone.
I come from a big family, bigger than most. I used to think that was great. I loved having over thirty brothers and sisters. There was always someone to play with, and I never got lonely as a kid. I loved having more than one mom because if one wouldn’t sneak me a freshly baked sugar cookie, another one would. I even loved my daddy, until I found out what kind of man he really was.
My family isn’t what most see as normal. See, my daddy and his before him, claimed to be prophets. They claimed to speak to Our Heavenly Father, and He told them to do things, things like marrying a lot of wives and having a lot of kids. That, well, I could have believed it once, maybe, but the other things God supposedly told them, I don’t believe, and never will.
It took me getting out to see into what I’d been born into and lived with for the first big part of my life. Outside looking in, that is where you need to be to see the truth. Truth hurts, it’s hard to take, but it’s only when we face it that we can start to heal.
I’m not saying to hate the family you were born into, but I am saying to keep one eye open while you enjoy them. Don’t believe everything they say, no matter if God is telling them to say it or not. I had to come to terms with the bad my family was doing, and I had to stop it. It almost got me killed.
As Mac said, we in these books have a lot in common. We had to overcome what they did, try to fix it, or live with it the best we could. Read this story, and believe it or not, it’s my life. I found the good on the other side of it, but it was one heck of a struggle to get there.