I came out to my parents two days ago. It went better than expected but it was still hard.
My mom said two things I thought were really mean:
"Do your friends know you’re gay? You’re going to lose a lot of friends and have no one to take care of you when you get older."
"Do you have any gay friends? Did any of them come into my house?”
I think it’ll definitely take her a lot of time to get used to the idea and to fully accept me, but I can’t really talk to her now. However, she did say one thing that’s progressive I guess.
"If you don’t want a girlfriend, fine, just be single for the rest of your life."
She also doesn’t want me to go out to gay bars and clubs cause she thinks I’m going to whore myself out for money cause the one gay person she knows does that.
I wanted her to watch Prayers for Bobby, but she doesn’t want to be “brain-washed.” My dad watched it and texted I love you to me today so that was nice.
unduplicated said: LOL WUT.
I just want to keep eating and eating and if they don’t finish their food, I can eat it for them, especially if it’s yummie!!
Who never finishes his food so I don’t feel bad eating the rest of it
Beware the Dog - The Griswolds
Defying Gravity - Idina Menzel & Kristen Chenoweth
And this guy said his favorite food was hot cheetos. I immediately swiped left because I knew I would get SOOOO FAT if we were to go out. LOLOL. I have such a bad hot cheetos addiction. I force myself not to buy it everytime I see it because I know I could eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Beyond belief. I’m scared that once I come out to you, you won’t love me anymore. I’m scared that I’ll be yet another disappointment. I’ve tried to live my life to meet your expectations and I’ve tried so hard to make you proud.
And the one thing that might make you disappointed is who I really am.
A couple weeks ago I got sent into the ER after an event. I was told it was because I wanted to jump off the balcony from a 4th story apt.
Apparently, I’m still suicidal and depressed, but that’s not the point of this story. My parents got an ambulance bill and asked what happened. So they thought it was alcohol at first, but I slipped and said it was cause I was suicidal.
They keep demanding an answer, but I keep telling them that depression is a chemical imbalance, it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong in my life, I’m just sad. But my mom is worried and frustrated that I won’t tell her why.
Maybe I should come out to them, that would explain A LOT of things and even though they might not like it now or be in denial, it’ll answer all their questions.