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Erm. Did I just come out to my mom??? I’ve been thinking about how to do it for months. And today… we were watching some TV-Show, at 11:50 pm, and were talking about falling in love in general. There was a silence of two minutes. Then I told her I had fallen in love exactly once. Naturally she asked with whom. I took the chance and told her. A****. A nice girl I had worked with three years ago (Sadly straight. I felt like dying when she told me she had found the man of her life. I was *discretely* inconsolable for two years). There it was. The pink Dalek in the room. But my mom took it totally in stride. Told me it only mattered that I was happy, that she had wondered, but every time she decided I was gay, I was making remarks about a cute guy on TV. Yeah. As if I would sit next to her and say: oh, that girl is really cute, don’t you think? Really? :D Bless her. I love you, mom (I actually just went back and told her so. I’m still hyped up and giddy at her positive reaction. I mean, I know she’s kinda cool about this stuff, but you really can’t be sure until the situation arises, right?). Now I’m just glad I did it. Yay. Holy Iced Tea. It just seems so unreal. Am I dreaming?
* Name starred out for my obvious fear of my very secret crush ever reading my blog. I think I would die if she knew. Sorry, guys :)
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