Mom, Dad, I'm Queer

Mom, Dad, I'm Gay

Anthony's POV

Hanna went to my house to rehearse what I'll say tomorrow. it was nice at least. I had support and she was able to help me relax on what I will tell my parents.

"You ready Hanna?" I asked her when she got to my house and we decided to rehearse an hour after she got here. I gave her a box of tissues for dramatic effect and if she does actually cry. she had nodded for yes that she's ready.

"Mom, dad, can you please sit down." Hanna had sat down. "I don't have a girlfriend" I started to say.

"OH MY GOD OUR SON WILL DIE ALONE" she said and faked cried. " GEORGE WHAT WILL WE DO?" she fake wept too. she was so good at this.

"Mom, dad, I'm gay. I have a boyfriend and his name is Michael. He goes to my school and we went on our first date a few days ago and-"

"YOU HAVE  A HICKEY FROM HIM?! DID YOU USE A CONDOM SON?" Hanna interrupted. the hickey was after the sex before he had left. damn, I loved his lips, his ass, his smile, his personality, his everything.

"Yes, a condom was used, yes I have a hickey. At least I know how to raise a kid properly by babysitting with Michael and Jess. You no good dipshit deadbeat asshole parents can't raise a child properly. Do you even know anything about me besides that I'm gay? I bet not. You can't just leave your child home alone for years, not check on him for weeks then drop by like nothing had happened. You're both no good sons of bitches and I hope you realize what you have done to me." I said. Damn, that felt good to say.

Hanna fake cried again. "Son, we have other family to see and I-"

"YOU DIDN"T BOTHER TAKING ME WITH!?", I started to say. "WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PARENTS ARE YOU?! DO I HAVE OTHER SIBLINGS? ANY COUSINS? NEPHEWS? AUNTS? UNCLES? NIECES? GRANDPARENTS? ARE YOU EVEN MY PARENTS?!" I said. after an hour of rehearsing, Hanna went home to her family and I waited for my parents the next day.

they came at 2 pm. I did it.

"Mom, dad, can you please sit down." They had sat down. "I don't have a girlfriend" I started to say.

"Oh honey, it's okay. You'll find a girl to date and you-"

"I'm gay. " I did it.

"No son of mine will be gay, you're off to therapy after your birthday." my dad said. fuck that guy.

"You no good dipshit deadbeat asshole parents can't raise a child properly. Do you even know anything about me besides that I'm gay? I bet not. You can't just leave your child home alone for years, not check on him for weeks then drop by like nothing had happened. You're both no good sons of bitches and I hope you realize what you have done to me." I said it, I vented my feelings out.

my mother cried. what a bitch. my dad got furious and hugged my mother. I yelled at them and they yelled back for 3 hours. they had left at 6 pm and I made a pizza to eat. next week on Saturday was my birthday so I was happy for that.