Cataclysmic Love

Before the End: June 21, 2017

My eyes skim over our month long conversation.

Most of it is saying goodnight and having long paragraphs to wake up to from each other. I'm five hours behind her. My 8 pm is her 1 am.

That's absolutely horrific for us.

What I hate is seeing these posts that girls make about their boyfriends that live 15 minutes away from them.

'I miss him so much but my mom doesn't like him'

Honey, I'm in a gay relationship with a girl 5 hours ahead of me, who lives across an ocean. Your family may not like him, but at least they don't judge you for loving a boy.

Sorry, that just upsets me.

Most of my family is heavily Christian and conservative. I don't know how they'll react to me.

My mom is the only one I've talked to about Spencer.

Two weeks ago

I sit on the couch, towel covering my semi-wet hair. Spencer and I said goodnight a couple minutes ago and I hoped into the shower after.

"When were you going to tell me about your girlfriend, Elizabeth?" My mom says from the other side of the couch.

"I don't know." I say quietly. I feel like crying.

After a few minutes, I speak softly. "Are you mad?"

"Yes."

I feel tears rim my eyes.

"I'm mad" my mom continues "because I would like to know when my daughter is dating someone and if they're good to her."

I continue looking at my hands, heart still racing, but a smile on my face.

After a few more minutes, my mom speaks up again.

"So tell me about her."

I smile.

"She's... she's awesome."

"Does she live around here?"

"Umm... you might like where she lives considering you went there for your honeymoon."

"Are you sure she's not catfishing you?" My mom asks with a smile, referring to a tv show me and her have been binge watching.

"No, we've been video chatting." I let out.

"So that's what you've been doing in your room." My mom smirks.

Since then, my mom has never brought her up. I'm pretty sure she told my stepdad though.

"Elizabeth Anne, are you packed for your dad's?" My mom yells.

"Yeah!" I look around my room. All my clothes are in a suitcase, freshly cleaned. My room is also cleansed.

"Good." She walks in. "Did you have to put your whole closet in that?"

"I couldn't decide. You can't ask an almost 15 year old girl to pack for a long period of time and not have her pack under 50 pounds of luggage."

"We're leaving tomorrow morning around 7 am hopefully."

"So.. 8?"

"Basically." My mom rolls her eyes and walks out of my room. "Be ready!" She yells.