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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