It's interesting how over time I've begun to feel less and less connected to my family. Don't get me wrong, I still love them to bits and miss them dearly but I almost feel like they have no clue who I am.
This is mostly my fault of course. I've been hiding a big portion of my life from them because I've been afraid to come out to them.
While I'm (hopefully) defined by much more than my sexuality, in some ways keeping that part of me from them keeps so much more hidden as well.
Going to London/Paris? Sure.
Going to London/Paris with my boyfriend? Not so much.
It's a world of half truths. Incomplete sentences. All because I can't say I'm gay.
2 comments:
It is not an easy life ... but I admire your words of truth.
Warren...
I admire your honesty.
I really hope you get to deal with this soon.
You are missing out on so much!
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