I finally made the courageous decision to tell my mother the secret I had been hiding for just over a year now. I had been contemplating if this was the right thing to do, but came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to be kept concealed in this closet of hatred I had myself living in. My life seemed empty with the knowledge that I wasn’t being myself and no one truly knew who I was.
It was a late Sunday evening, when the sun was just escaping my view into the unknown horizon and the moon started to glisten within the stars. I felt trapped in my house, with only my mother to accompany me. The hand on the clock ticked as each second flew by, I started to shake. I was so nervous to tell her what I’ve been keeping to myself for all of these …show more content…
The pain of her sentences killed me on the inside. “What is your problem with who I love? It doesn’t affect you in any way whatsoever. Love is love, being gay isn’t any different than having blonde hair, liking broccoli or preferring peanut butter over jam. Everyone deserves the right to love whomever they are attracted to. I didn’t choose to be gay, just like you didn’t choose to be …show more content…
“Get out.” She yelled, I could tell she was beginning to tear up.
“What?”
“You heard me! I didn’t raise a f*g. Get out of my house, I don’t want to see you come back either! You arnt welcome in this house anymore.” Her words penetrated my skin. I nervously stood up with fear in my eyes. She couldn’t look at me, her head turned towards the picture of me as a baby. I knew exactly what she was thinking, ‘why did my only child have to be a f*g’. She hated me. “Get out!” was the last thing I heard before running to my room, hardly able to breath.
I called my grandmother and she didn’t answer. After aimlessly walking and finding myself sitting on a bench near a gas station, my grandma called back, “Im so sorry Dylanne, I didn’t hear the phone, my hearing aid was turned on low” I couldn’t breathe but somehow managed to giggle.
“Grandma… I um—“
“Whats wrong Dylanne?” Her voice was sweet, pleasant and calming, just as if I were laying in the hot summer sun on the beach.
“Mom kicked me
It was a late Sunday evening, when the sun was just escaping my view into the unknown horizon and the moon started to glisten within the stars. I felt trapped in my house, with only my mother to accompany me. The hand on the clock ticked as each second flew by, I started to shake. I was so nervous to tell her what I’ve been keeping to myself for all of these …show more content…
The pain of her sentences killed me on the inside. “What is your problem with who I love? It doesn’t affect you in any way whatsoever. Love is love, being gay isn’t any different than having blonde hair, liking broccoli or preferring peanut butter over jam. Everyone deserves the right to love whomever they are attracted to. I didn’t choose to be gay, just like you didn’t choose to be …show more content…
“Get out.” She yelled, I could tell she was beginning to tear up.
“What?”
“You heard me! I didn’t raise a f*g. Get out of my house, I don’t want to see you come back either! You arnt welcome in this house anymore.” Her words penetrated my skin. I nervously stood up with fear in my eyes. She couldn’t look at me, her head turned towards the picture of me as a baby. I knew exactly what she was thinking, ‘why did my only child have to be a f*g’. She hated me. “Get out!” was the last thing I heard before running to my room, hardly able to breath.
I called my grandmother and she didn’t answer. After aimlessly walking and finding myself sitting on a bench near a gas station, my grandma called back, “Im so sorry Dylanne, I didn’t hear the phone, my hearing aid was turned on low” I couldn’t breathe but somehow managed to giggle.
“Grandma… I um—“
“Whats wrong Dylanne?” Her voice was sweet, pleasant and calming, just as if I were laying in the hot summer sun on the beach.
“Mom kicked me