I’ve had more serious conversations with my mother since coming out than I had in my whole life before coming out. After 20 years of building a wall, I’m tearing it down. And I’ve found a friend on the other side.
I’ve never called my mother, “Mom.” Always, “Mother.” Until now.
She’s no longer forbidding, distant. She’s become a friend. A confidante.
For Mother’s Day: Mom, I love you.