Story of a teenage girl

Coming out

Life is hard.
This is all to well known for a 17 year old girl named Bri. Yes that's right, this is the story of my life. You might want to sit down for this.
Story 1: I'm Bi..sorry not sorry
I've always known I liked girls and guys. I realized that when I was in 2nd grade and had my first "girlfriend". Problem with this is my dad and his wife are bible thumping christians, while my mom has had a wife. My mom is also very open about her being bi and I love it. When I was 12, I stumbled across a few LGBT YouTubers and fell in love. Bria and Chrissy, Tyler Oakley, Troye Sivan, and a few others helped me learn about the LGBT community. I started looking for words to put to how I felt. I found two. Bi and Pan. I identify as both. Yes you can do that. Back to what I was saying, YouTube helped a lot with me coming up terms with my sexuality and learning to love myself. It also helped me come out to my mom at 12 and she was proud that I was comfortable enough with myself to come out to her. When I was 13, I started 8th grade at another brand new school. There I found a girlfriend. A beautiful black girl named Tiea. We were together for a while and I really liked her. One day I posted pictures of us holding hands and kissing and of gay pride stuff on my twitter which I thought my dad didnt know about. Turns out I was wrong and my fathers wife was stalking me. My dad told my mom before bringing it up too me. He didn't say anything til he came to pick me up from a weekend at my moms. During the car ride home he screamed at me. Telling me it was wrong and I was going to hell and I wasn't going to amount to anything being gay. I cried and told him to turn the car around I wasn't going to live with him anymore. I couldn't handle being in a house hold where being myself was wrong. He turned the car around and took me to my moms. He pushed me through the front door and exchanged nasty comments about me and my mom to my ex stepdad. I cried for hours til I passed out. My mom took me the next morning to my dads work and made him sign me over to her. Then took me to school where I got unenrolled and I had to say goodbye to my girlfriend for the last time. Living with my mom was a game changer. I was open and free to be myself. Fast forward to present time and I'm in 11th grade and I'm happily out of the closet and dating a trans guy who is also pan/bi. My dad seems like he's coming to terms with the fact that he can't change who I am. My step mom not so much but I don't care at this point. Moral of the story, you're always gonna have someone who loves you for you. Until next til. -Bri