Story #2143

When I came out, I was 19. My mother said she had a feeling when I told her, and she accepted everything about me. (She took that better than me being atheist.) It was the opposite for my dad. I came out to him last year, and he didn’t talk to me for a month; I was dead to him, as if I had died, as if he had “lost” me. One night he was super drunk and told me through my door that he missed me. It’s like nothing had happened now. He still wishes I would marry a man, but I’m going to stay true to my heart. If people ask I tell them, with a giant grin on my face. (F/21/Lesbian)