When I saw for the first time that every house was the same. Every parent in the neighbourhood worked at the same place and every boy played soccer and every girl practiced dancing. But I didn't. Instead of playing soccer, I wanted to play tennis and so I did. Life was great. I had very good friends and at school I was a really good student. My parents were proud of me. I grew up, went to high school and I turned fourteen. My parents had their 15th anniversary and went on a vacation for two weeks. I stayed home alone and did what regularly did. One night I was looking on WebVideos and an ad came up. The ad was about a swimwear for men and all those men were half naked. For some reason I felt a sexual attraction to those men. I looked it up on the internet and it meant that I was gay.
So I thought to myself: Do I like boys more than I like girls? After two years of struggling with my sexuality I came out to all of my friends as gay. They had no problem with it and we became closer friends after I came out. But that is not how I imagined how my parents would react, so I kept it a secret for three months long. Just to prepare for their reaction. Three months later I came out to my parents. My mother reacted great. She had no problem with it and was happy that I have told her my secret. My dad on the other hand didn't react the way I thought he would react. He began crying and screaming that I wasn't his son anymore and told my mom that they we're getting divorced. My dad ran up the stairs, grabbed all his stuff and left. I went to my room and I cried my eyes out, thinking that I would never see him again. Days went by without him calling, without him visiting, without talking to mom. I didn't know what to do. Will he ever understand it; will he ever accept me again? Those questions are spooking in my head with an answer that couldn't be answered. I tried not thinking about it and I did. I became happier again and enjoyed life much more than before. Living with my mother was one of the many reasons that I was so happy. My mother is awesome. I can talk to her about everything. I can do things that I couldn't do before, like painting my nails. She would always take me to the nail salon, let me choose my own clothes and gave me tips on dating. She is someone that I will never forget.
