for the first time...
Today, for the first time ever, when my mom was talking about my future, she didn't say anything about me being with a guy. There was no "the guy you'll end up with..." or "the man you'll marry..." No, this time, it was simply "the person," which I thought was really great.
See, a friend of mine is in a really awful relationship and everyone can see it except for her. I wish so bad that there was some way I could make her see that he treats her like crap, that she really can do so much better than him. And my mom and I were talking about that friend and her situation today. And mom said to me "Please, please, don't ever end up with a g-.... a person like that." I'm sure she was going to say "a guy," but she didn't. And that was the first time she didn't. I bet she probably didn't even know that this was the first time. I wonder if it even matters to her. I don't know. But it matters to me. It's a really big deal for me.
I'm so sure she knows I'm gay. She has to. I mean, I haven't told her. But still, I'm so sure she knows. And you know, for so long, her finding out was my biggest fear. I was terrified. And now... now, I'm not scared of her knowing. And I'm not scared of telling her. But I still am a little scared of how she'll react when I do finally end up telling her.
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