Sorry I was gone for so long. Last part coming out later today!!
I plan on coming out to my mom tonight at dinner. I get butterflies all day wondering what I’m gonna say, how she’s gonna react, if she’ll accept me. I’m scared honestly. I go home and am greeted……by an empty house. Great. “Mom????” I shout. “Lelia? Oh good. You're home. Come help me and your sister with dinner.” I notice she has a bit of disgust when she says the word “sister.” My “sister” isn’t even really my sister. He’s my brother. He turned trans when he turned 15. So technically he’s a boy now. I hate when my mom still says that he’s my “sister.” It doesn't feel right to me. “Sam!!!” I exclaim, running into my brother’s arms. “Hi Leila bean.” He replies. I love my big brother. I really do. But I hate, and I mean HATE, when he calls me “Leila bean.” Dinner is ready and we’re all eating. I take a deep breath, and I finally say those four words. “MomI’malesbian.” It comes out really fast and she doesn’t hear what I said. So I say it slower. “Mom. I’m a lesbian. I have a girlfriend.” My mom turns tomato red. “Living room. Everyone. NOW.” She gives me this big lecture about morals and how I’ve failed her and such and such. But then she says something that I will never forget. “Forget it. I can’t even look at you. I hate you. You're a disappointment. You're a failure. And you're not. my. daughter.” I’m frozen. Shocked.She hates me. She said so. “Honestly, doesn't anyone in this family like boys?” She exclaims. “I do.” Sam says.
