Story #857

When I came out, I felt like I was going to puke at any second. I sent my friend a text telling her, and then a second one saying “please still be my friend”. She told me that she would love me no matter what. But then I remembered that that was not the first time I came out. I remembered that when I was little, my mother asked me if I liked girls or boys better, to which I replied with “I like girls because I think they’re prettier”.