Coming Out 8th Grade YearComing Out3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Can I ask you something?"
My heart was pounding.
She was staring at me with all the love she held for me right there in the palm of my hand. I had the choice to destroy it or build it up. I didn't want to make the wrong choice so I worded my sentence carefully, trying not to step on toes that could be unseen in our conversation. I felt something clench on the inside of my chest, knowing this was my nerves bugging me. I was worried.
"Mum, I...I think I like girls."
Finally my confession was out but instead of relief I felt a strange tightening on my stomach and heart. This wasn't the feeling I was supposed to get. I looked away from her, worried about her reaction, realizing that maybe this wasn't one of the people I should have told.
"What do you mean you like girls? As friends or more?"
Again my chest tightened, I could barely breathe.
"You know how you like Dad? That's how I feel about girls."
I looked back at her and assessed her reaction. She s