“If I were your son, would you accept me for being gay?”
“No. I would not. I could not.”
After hearing those words, my heart stopped. How could she, or any parent feel this way about their son? After hearing this, I knew that no matter what I may try to say, she would always feel the same. She had made up her mind, and there was no room for making alterations to it. “If you choose this life, I will disown you.” She said. To which I replied, “Okay, if that’s how you feel” and then politely asked her to leave. We embraced, for what felt like the longest time. Crying and weeping into each other’s shoulders, we allowed ourselves to fall apart. It was understood that once she walked out that door, we would no longer speak to each other. She had given me an ultimatum, which I had to refuse if I wanted to start living for myself, out from under the cloak of my double life. That was my first hurdle—saying goodbye. After she left me that day, I had a panic attack. I cried so hard I actually stopped breathing. My life was changed forever.
PS. THIS IS JUST AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK: “The Open Closet: Letters From A Gay Man” (Available on AMAZON & KINDLE)
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