Go on date with man. Tell mom going to gym with coworker. He didn’t think we’d actually go but I’m not a liar so his makeup is ruined.
Leaving. He wants to go to families house. I don’t want to. So we’re just driving around, asking me where to go. Inadvertently give directions to the house. We both can’t believe it.
Sit out under stars. I Apolgize in advance in case I’m uncomfortable since new to me. Turns out the stubble is the only difference with men.
Lireral romcom ass date.
Dropped off at home. Told mom “well, I got a bit of the gay.” She laughed and said “Do we need to talk about it” shrugged “don’t think so”
He moved in 3 months later.
Telling my Gma was funny. Never saw her eyebrows go that high. Think she was more taken aback that he was brown than a man lmao.
Feel lucky everyday for an accepting environment. Have heard many horror stories.
What was yours?
So my mom asked if I was gay, I told her I’m only attracted to women. She kept trying to figure out what was up (she was nosy and I was trying to leave a coming out letter so I was acting sus af). Anyways eventually she said “well I know you aren’t trans” and I said “about that…” and came out. Lots of crying on both our parts later she was incredibly supportive, but I wasn’t worried as she had already been a vocal trans ally.
My father on the other hand attempted to talk me out of it then hasn’t really spoken to me since. That includes years of living together. Which, points for stubbornness I suppose.