One afternoon my girlfriend and I were home making out in my room. My mom came home sooner than we anticipated she would, and we didn't hear her walk in. From one moment to the next she was yelling at me from the other room to come speak to her in the kitchen. I remember, very distinctly, what she was wearing, the look on her face, the tone in her voice and the way the light hit her as she demanded that I admit that I was gay. She was angry and confused and couldn't have handled it worse.
She had always told me that she would love me, no matter what. But at this moment...Read More