Five months ago today I was sitting across the table from my mom at our favorite restaurant. It was my birthday lunch and I was super nervous because today I was going to tell her why I broke up with the guy she wanted me to marry, a guy I had been with for two and half years, a guy I loved. This guy and I broke up because I decided that I liked women. The following are the reactions of my family members after I came out them.
Agnostic Mom: Am I supposed to be surprised?
Blonde Sister: You’re an ally, not one of them! *tears*
Mormon Brother: *high five* Was that everything?
Red-headed Sister: Can I get back to my movie?
Mormon Dad: Nothing can change how much I love you.
The only adverse reaction I’ve gotten from the members of my family was from Blonde Sister. She hates the idea that I like women because for my entire life she’s seen me as one way, liking only men, and now she has to see me in a different way. I have wondered of the last few months why me liking girls is such an issue for her, even if it is because she has to see me differently. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why it bugs her so much. I wish I could talk to my sister about things, like girls I have crushes on and such. Maybe one day… I hope.