He told me to get out. Why? My “friend” was a bad influence on me. I had about 30 minutes to get all of my belongings out. The whole time he was screaming at me and berating me. Not once did I bring up my sexuality to him. He made the assumption and said “I don’t believe it’s true, your mother said you were but I don’t believe it. Your friend however has changed you. Why would you put your family before your friends?” Well that friend is my girlfriend and we’ve been together for almost 9 months. Finally before I left I burst and admitted to him I was a lesbian. It was too much to handle. He told me he was taking me out of his will and never letting me under his roof again. Ten minutes after that he scared me out of the house by threatening to call the cops.
Through all this, the one person I expected to help me the least came through for me. My mom. The one person I left when I needed space because she confronted me about stupid shit and I felt the need to leave because of it. I’m an idiot. She was there for me all along. I probably cried for hours last night and today I woke up with a raging headache.
Sorry for the wall of text. I just needed somewhere to type this all out. There is so much more I want to say but don’t know where to put it.
Thank you for listening.
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