Better Left Unsaid
"C'mon Paige, you've gotta have a crush on somebody." For a moment, an image flashed through my mind before I scolded myself, my face blushed crimson, my throat tightened, my palms became slick. I always dreaded this part of the middle school sleepovers I attended. Everybody's eyes were on me, as if trying to search out any secrets I might be hiding. Bloodhounds sniffing after a frightened rabbit.
"I just don't like anyone." I recited, like a wary mantra, into my bowl of popcorn. With a collective sigh the questions ended quickly after, and although a wave of relief washed over me, I couldn't help but to feel like a social outcast again. Listening to all my friends squeal and giggle about their boy crushes seemed like an …show more content…
My mother's face was as unchanging as stone, smooth and inexpressive.
"You're girlFRIEND or your girlfriend?" He nudged further.
"A girl I am dating." I clarified, mouth so dry I didn't think I could form words without my tongue crumbling to ashes. Breathing in quickening pants, sweat rolled down my back, my every instinct screaming at me to sprint away. Hide in a bubble of isolation forever. Simply nodding, my dad glanced over at my mom, who was keenly inspecting the drywall with her eyes.
"So are you..." He began.
"I'm gay." I blurted. Short. Simple. Saying the words should've been easy. There were only five letters contained in two words, my name even has more than that. Immediately when I said it my eyes went to the floor, but a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Finally I was free from the chains of assumption. After the initial shock, my parents attempted to be supportive, despite not completely understanding, and hoping that perhaps one day we would laugh to think of what I had once proclaimed. However, all that changed was the passing of the hands of the clock and the emotional rift between my parents and I, while my sexuality hardly
"C'mon Paige, you've gotta have a crush on somebody." For a moment, an image flashed through my mind before I scolded myself, my face blushed crimson, my throat tightened, my palms became slick. I always dreaded this part of the middle school sleepovers I attended. Everybody's eyes were on me, as if trying to search out any secrets I might be hiding. Bloodhounds sniffing after a frightened rabbit.
"I just don't like anyone." I recited, like a wary mantra, into my bowl of popcorn. With a collective sigh the questions ended quickly after, and although a wave of relief washed over me, I couldn't help but to feel like a social outcast again. Listening to all my friends squeal and giggle about their boy crushes seemed like an …show more content…
My mother's face was as unchanging as stone, smooth and inexpressive.
"You're girlFRIEND or your girlfriend?" He nudged further.
"A girl I am dating." I clarified, mouth so dry I didn't think I could form words without my tongue crumbling to ashes. Breathing in quickening pants, sweat rolled down my back, my every instinct screaming at me to sprint away. Hide in a bubble of isolation forever. Simply nodding, my dad glanced over at my mom, who was keenly inspecting the drywall with her eyes.
"So are you..." He began.
"I'm gay." I blurted. Short. Simple. Saying the words should've been easy. There were only five letters contained in two words, my name even has more than that. Immediately when I said it my eyes went to the floor, but a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Finally I was free from the chains of assumption. After the initial shock, my parents attempted to be supportive, despite not completely understanding, and hoping that perhaps one day we would laugh to think of what I had once proclaimed. However, all that changed was the passing of the hands of the clock and the emotional rift between my parents and I, while my sexuality hardly