Story #209

When I came out to my parents, halfway through lunch on Boxing Day 1991, I told them about “someone special” that I had met, and with whom I planned to spend the rest of my life. My mother cried, my father was stoic — and despite their fears and generational prejudices, they tried to be supportive. Today, my husband and I are 20 years into our lifetime together, and my parents could not be more loving, supportive, and proud of each of us. I am so very lucky.