Warning, this may not be completely accurate, since this ovcured 2 years ago.
-----------------------------------------------------------I walk up to my parents' room, knowing what I had to do. I've been bottling this up for years, I have to tell my mom. I knocked on her door softly, then hear, "Come in." I walk in slowly, quite anxious.
"Mom....I-I...have a crush on a girl..." My mom's face crumbles into a frown, looking at me in disappointment. I move my gaze to the navy blue blanket.
"I'm sure you don't really like her, I have thought I liked girls, but it was just admiration." I hesitated, looking up slowly, I see tears. "Do you want to be like this?? I can call the pastor of our church." Ah, fuck. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? Maybe dad would've been less devastated. (A/n this was exactly what happened at this part, word for word) I start crying, getting worried about myself and what's to come in the future.
"I...I'm okay though....I dont need anything....plus....I dont just like girls...I like boys too." Mom looks at me puzzled, but calmer to say the least.
"Well, it's not any better to me! It doesnt make any sense. Now, go to your room." I walk into my room and cry until I pass out.
YOU ARE READING
my journey. (LGBTQ+)
Ficción históricaThe journey I go through after coming out. it's not the same for everyone, though. I don't know who made the picture, but credit to them enjoy, comment, vote if you want to :)
