Well it wasn't so much of living a lie, as it was conforming to what was expected of me in the environment that I was raised....I knew I was gay, since I was 12....but what kept going thru my mind is, I can do this, I'll grow out of it, it's just a phase, etc....And like Peter, what was expected was a wife, a slew of kids, and yes, a house with a white picket fence...
You also have to remember that my pops died when I was 14, and I was expected to pick up the pieces, be the man of the house for my mother, and in that situation you give up on what you want, and do what's expected, whether you like it or not, at least in the part of the country I grew up in....My mother lived with me for 15 years till she passed...
To sort of put things in perspective, it was about 10 years ago that my younger brother , who was very little when pops died, looked at me and said, "whether you know it or not, I always looked at you as my Dad"....So things were very very conflicted for me, to be who I knew I was, meant going against what my pops asked me to do on his death bed, which was in words, " I'm going to ask you to help take care of your mom, sis, and brother because I won't be here to do it " !!!!..... It was an internal battle that I faced for almost 30 years, till mom passed .....
Sometimes life is just playing the hand you are dealt whether you like it or not !!!!!