My parents found out and the school just assumed when I was hanging out with one of the most open gay kids in school. Personally I like it this way. To say coming out of the closet didn't feel right with me. To me it wasn't my first gay relationship; it was my first relationship that happened to be gay. I feel like we sometimes like to put too much pressure on when people come out. I remember a kid that celebrated it and remembered the date. Meanwhile I can't even remember the season it was when this all happened. We sat on the bus discussing what happens now. He has been wanting me to tell my mom for a while now but not like …show more content…
I don't even remember the words he used or what I even stuttered back in a reply. I just know that in one moment I had a boyfriend and the next I did not. A moment of happiness switched to sadness in a fraction of a second. I don't remember how the conversation ended. I just remember walking stunned to the buses. I knew if I could just hold myself together till I get to the back of the bus I would be fine. I sobbed in silence the whole way home.
The feeling as I turned the doorknob was blank. I was all cried out. I sat on my bed till my mom would be home from work. Each minute felt like a second and soon enough I heard the door open. My house creaked as I heard my mom walk towards my room. I began to mentally prepare myself. She came in sat next to me and asked ¨So you want to tell me what's going on?¨
¨Aaron and I were dating,¨ I replied
¨Oh,¨ she replied at a loss of words¨Well how about some ice cream to dry those tears?¨
It was then that I knew it would be