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.
(And as an aside–it’s good to see you posting again!)
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Thank you. I’m going to try to be better, once the current work/wedding/new apartment/construction/move/life tsunami abates.
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Nice! 😌
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It is nice. Beyond nice.
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Glad to hear from you in the blog dear! you were missed….
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I hope to be back in force soon.
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