…I am out of the closet, to them.
and it feels great. It wasn’t a matter of them not accepting it, it was just a matter of me not ever ever ever talking to them about this kind of stuff. Like literally. They found out I was dating the first (and so far only) guy who was my boyfriend when we went on a double date a month after we started seeing eachother.
But anyways, both my parents were great about it. They both admitted that it wasn’t really a surprise and they were both very happy. As my father put it:
“we don’t care if you bring home a Patience or a Patrick, as long as you are happy.”