Tonight at midnight I turn 42, and it ends what started out as the worst year of my life, without question. I end it tonight feeling so hopeful. I am in Paris. I am writing every day with words pouring out of my hands. I am here telling a story that so desperately needs to be told. And I am closer to my family than I have ever been, most importantly to my stepfather, a man who has shown me love like I've never known from a father figure. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Rob. And here on the cusp of the end of this worst year now turned best year, I must thank the man I love. Who knew?