Mom, Dad, I'm Queer

Therapy Part 2

POV: Michael

so it happened. I was with Anthony putting my arm around when my mother found us. she looked so pissed. I kissed him and she started to quote the fucking bible. what the fuck!? I had kissed Anthony n hugged him close before my mom took me. what a bitch.

"YOU'RE GOING TO THERAPY TO BECOME STRAIGHT! IM NOT HAVING A FAGGOT FOR A SON. UR BROTHER IS ONE AND I'M NOT HAVING A SECOND ONE." Jesus Christ. I looked at Anthony and he knew I'd have his therapist.

I went to therapy cause of that bitch and I saw Anthony. we kissed and held hands as we sat down. we had a new therapist today. his name was Luke. this bitch better not be religious or I'll walk out.

"Hi guys, welcome to therapy on your sexuality." great, I hate this bitch already. "I heard your parents sent you here for hurting God." I'm going to walk out. I hate this Luke asshole.

"Listen Luke, I don't need any more religion homophobia in my life." I was tired of religious homophobia. "I want a nice ass therapy session. If you threaten to make me fucking religious, it's not happening. I'm fucking gay and I love my boyfriend. my parents can fuck off with their religious beliefs. my brother is gay and he's his partner Garrett. if you have a problem with us being gay and you wanna shove religion down my fucking throat, I'll gladly walk the fuck out. I'm not being religious. there's no God, me, my boyfriend and our friends don't need your religion. we're perfect with our religion. were a family. don't you dare try to change our religious beliefs you fucker."

"thank you for expressing yourself." he smiled. I want to punch him so hard now. I'll poison him. I'll gauge his eyes out with a fork.

"fuck you." I said. therapy makes me so pissed. I went to therapy since I was 6 since I refused to believe in God. it's pure bullshit. no fucking man is in the sky.

"Anthony, got anything to say?" he said. I hope you die Luke.

"yeah I do. you're an asshole therapist, I don't need therapy. I was happy before therapy now you're making me want to kill myself. my boyfriend and I are fucking happy, you can stop listening to our parents and let us leave. I can take care of myself like I have before. I don't need a fucking adult to control me. you're nothing but a bitch ass therapist trying to shove your religion down our throats. well fuck you bitch I'm out." he got up and I got up with him and left. I didn't care we still had an hour for therapy.

I held his hand and we smoked on the way to the house our friends and us bought. we went in and cuddled. I hate therapists. I wish they'd not fucking exist. I got a good plan for the next therapy session.