So… I did it. I finally came out.
I wrote my parents a letter because saying it out loud felt impossible. My hands were shaking, my heart pounding. Before I could change my mind, I left it on the kitchen table and walked out. I didn’t know if I’d come back to love or rejection.
I stayed out for hours, wandering, overthinking, imagining every worst-case scenario. What if they never spoke to me again? What if I had no home to come back to?
When I finally gathered the courage to return, the letter was gone. My stomach dropped. The house was silent. Then, I saw a note on the counter in my mom’s handwriting.
Just four words.
“We need time.”
I sank to the floor, my chest tightening. Not a yes. Not a no. Just… waiting.
omg… I have not even words for it. I just wish the best… I totally understand how it feels like…
