Homosexuals-Personal Narrative

My mother and I sat at our kitchen table, the dim glow of the olive green walls casting overhead. The background of the quiet TV and the rowdy children in our Suburban Missouri neighborhood was the only noise breaking the crushing silence. She had promptly asked me if I was lesbian, and I had continually told her no. I wasn’t lying to her, really. At the time, I’d had a friend, lets call her Casey, who was lesbian, I just hadn’t developed a crush on her quite yet. My mother seemed a little apprehensive yet relieved at my continued denial, as our conversation was rather repeated and insignificant, however, something she had said afterwards stuck with me for a while longer, “I have to say, I’m relieved that you’re not lesbian,” she told me, “You’re too pretty to be with a girl.”
A few weeks later, homecoming at my school came around. I had went with Casey , not as a couple per say, but as a pair. All of my friends and I had a great time, and afterwards, Casey drove me home and stayed for a little while. We were just making simple conversation when all of the sudden, we kissed, and it was then I had realized that I’d had a crush …show more content…
I was shocked and had no idea what to say. But instead of yelling or trying to persuade me otherwise, she simply asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?” I proceeded to tell her that based on what she had said, I was scared that she wouldn't accept me. “Of course I do!” she assured me, “I love you no matter what. You shouldn't feel like you have to keep any secrets from me.” But the words that resounded sounded dull and meaningless. I felt as if she didn’t truly accepted me, and that was possibly the hardest idea for me to cope with. From then on I recognized that it was my personal responsibility to make sure I never inflict that sort of pain on someone, because no one deserves to feel the sense of bitter distrust and disconnection the way I