Dear mom,
So after breaking up with him (it was just not working out) I tried to pursue Jess even more. But... I'm me. I'm just awkward.
And bisexual was still something I was trying to wrap my head around. I had really never heard the term until going on the internet.
I knew I needed help.
Hey, I remember texting. I need advice. I think I'm bi? Or maybe pan. Idk.
Except this wasn't a text to Jess.
This was a text to Tye, who through my brief relationship with my ex, I had gotten to know fairly well. Even better, she was a lesbian.
Let me just say it now: as far as I knew, none of my other friends were gay or anything else. We jokingly (and sometimes not so jokingly) talked about other girls and how beautiful they were. No way was I going to tell them about my sexuality problems. Yet.
My Twitter friends (the actually gay ones) were super close and very important to me, however, most of them were older, and had their own lives and significant others, and in general, were just more cool then I was.
I really didn't know who else to go to.
And you? You were never an option.
I told Tye everything about Jess, about my confused feelings, about myself. After some questions (one that always gave me a nervous chuckle, Do you think that you could have sex with a girl? That's an important thing to consider too) we carefully deciphered that I was in fact, bisexual.
Before it was even confirmed, one of the first things Tye told me was I'm so happy for you!
Whoa. Happy for me?
That was a first.
I didn't even know I was happy for me. There wasn't no relief, like hey, I figured everything it out! It's all gonna be okay.
None of that. Just a billion more questions.
Love,
Your daughter
(A/N: thank you so much to all the people reading, voting, and adding Letters to their reading lists! I really appreciate it <3)
