I think I’m ready to tell what happened during the Fourth of July that lead to my breakdown yesterday….so I was at my Nan and Pap’s house(this is my dad’s said of the family btw), I wanted to show one of my younger cousins my drawings that I had in my sketchbook, and one of my aunts(let’s call her Aunt Lia) wanted to see as well…so I show some of my drawing, and we were having a good time, but then I got to the part where my pride month drawings were. Aunt Lia asked what the flags meant since I drew them on there, and when I mentioned all the queer stuff, she said that stuff is wrong…and the worst part was, when I told her that I was queer, she said that was wrong of me and said that she hoped I would se why I shouldn’t be that way, cause that’s how God made me…but the saddest part was, when I said “If you’re at least a good person in life, shouldn’t you go to heaven” she said that was what Satan said…all I wanted to do was show her some drawings I made and loved, and she had to do that too me…and the fact that she KNOWS that my mom grew up with my Pawpaw and Popop who are both gay, it really made my mom so pissed when I told her and my dad all of this…and my dad was also really pissed since Aunt Lia can’t tell me that stuff and she should parent her own kids…but y family was trying to cheer me up, and so did some of you guys when I posted that other comment from before…I’m feeling a little better, but I don’t think I’ll ever be completely ok after this…..