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Hey fellow LPSGers!
It's been a long time since I've been on here, and a whole lot has happened since then.
I just wanted to divulge a bit of information to you all.
I'm bisexual, not like that matters, but I am dating a guy, I'm really serious about him, and I want to marry him when the time comes.
I realized, a few months back that I was never going to be happy with myself or my relationship until I came out to my parents.
So that's what I did, I told them, on October 8th.
And I haven't heard from them since.
My dad grabbed me, shook me around, hit me a bit, called me disgusting, told me I'm going to get AIDS and that he's not going to my funeral when I die, that I'm going to hell, that I've turned my back on my family, and the list goes on. He told me to pack up what I brought for that weekend and to go home.
He and my mom were helping me with my car, so instead of just letting me go home, my dad told me to walk. He took my key, and my cell phone, and he told me to start walking.
Well my mom had an ounce of compassion and drove me, but she told me that my boyfriend didn't love me, that he would leave me, and all I would have left is my family, but they wouldn't be there for me until I was fixed.
So that night one of my closest friends, took me in, comforted me, and helped me cope, then my boyfriend, who apparently doesn't love me, came up to my apartment, we spent the evening together crying and cuddling, and trying to make things better, he called AT&T the very next morning, put me on his cell phone plan, since he doesn't love me right? And since then he's been helping me budgit everything out to help me buy a new car, but he doesn't love me, so I guess I should just wait for him to leave me so I can spontaneously develop AIDS and die all alone in a hospital bed, but then again all my friends, who are and have been extremely supportive through this whole ordeal, have to leave me all alone so that there's nothing left in this world to comfort me when I produce these spontaneous AIDS, since, you know, anyone who says they aren't straight develops them out of the blue right?
I hope you all are catching my sarcasm.
My boyfriend, and every single one of my friends have been so incredibly helpful over the past two months, and I spent time with a friend for Thanksgiving, not sure what I'm doing for Christmas and New Years just yet, but things are great.
I get an email every once in a while saying they're praying for me to change so we can be a normal family again, and how I've destroyed everything by choosing this lifestyle, and those hurt.
But then I start to think about all the hurtful things over the years my family has said, and I realize that I have so much more to live for than constantly getting belittled for my beliefs.
I guess I mostly just wanted to post to let everyone know how things have been, and also for those of you who haven't come out yet, it isn't always peaches and roses like the It Gets Better campaign tries to say that it does, but I promise that things will be OK, and it may not get better, but it gets easier. Finally, for those of you who have kids, who suspect that they might be gay or bisexual, please still love them and accept them no matter what, because it hurts to hear your parents tell you that they hate you, and that they don't consider you their son anymore.
~J
It's been a long time since I've been on here, and a whole lot has happened since then.
I just wanted to divulge a bit of information to you all.
I'm bisexual, not like that matters, but I am dating a guy, I'm really serious about him, and I want to marry him when the time comes.
I realized, a few months back that I was never going to be happy with myself or my relationship until I came out to my parents.
So that's what I did, I told them, on October 8th.
And I haven't heard from them since.
My dad grabbed me, shook me around, hit me a bit, called me disgusting, told me I'm going to get AIDS and that he's not going to my funeral when I die, that I'm going to hell, that I've turned my back on my family, and the list goes on. He told me to pack up what I brought for that weekend and to go home.
He and my mom were helping me with my car, so instead of just letting me go home, my dad told me to walk. He took my key, and my cell phone, and he told me to start walking.
Well my mom had an ounce of compassion and drove me, but she told me that my boyfriend didn't love me, that he would leave me, and all I would have left is my family, but they wouldn't be there for me until I was fixed.
So that night one of my closest friends, took me in, comforted me, and helped me cope, then my boyfriend, who apparently doesn't love me, came up to my apartment, we spent the evening together crying and cuddling, and trying to make things better, he called AT&T the very next morning, put me on his cell phone plan, since he doesn't love me right? And since then he's been helping me budgit everything out to help me buy a new car, but he doesn't love me, so I guess I should just wait for him to leave me so I can spontaneously develop AIDS and die all alone in a hospital bed, but then again all my friends, who are and have been extremely supportive through this whole ordeal, have to leave me all alone so that there's nothing left in this world to comfort me when I produce these spontaneous AIDS, since, you know, anyone who says they aren't straight develops them out of the blue right?
I hope you all are catching my sarcasm.
My boyfriend, and every single one of my friends have been so incredibly helpful over the past two months, and I spent time with a friend for Thanksgiving, not sure what I'm doing for Christmas and New Years just yet, but things are great.
I get an email every once in a while saying they're praying for me to change so we can be a normal family again, and how I've destroyed everything by choosing this lifestyle, and those hurt.
But then I start to think about all the hurtful things over the years my family has said, and I realize that I have so much more to live for than constantly getting belittled for my beliefs.
I guess I mostly just wanted to post to let everyone know how things have been, and also for those of you who haven't come out yet, it isn't always peaches and roses like the It Gets Better campaign tries to say that it does, but I promise that things will be OK, and it may not get better, but it gets easier. Finally, for those of you who have kids, who suspect that they might be gay or bisexual, please still love them and accept them no matter what, because it hurts to hear your parents tell you that they hate you, and that they don't consider you their son anymore.
~J
