Fleeble Widget (fleeblewidget) wrote,
Fleeble Widget
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8 words

Coming out to my mother as bisexual was something I thought about for years before finally taking the plunge. Braced for tears and recriminations, I was amazed and pleased to be greeted only with love and support.

Which was why telling her I was poly remains one of the most difficult things I've ever done. Through an unfortunate set of circumstances, I ended up telling her at a very bad time (middle of the night, after a long day, when I was only there for that night, and as if that wasn't enough, on her birthday). All the painful words I'd braced for before, and many more besides, came flooding out.

I told her because I felt like it was my fault that she didn't really understand me; with retrospect, probably one of the most selfish decisions I've ever made. I'm certain that nothing else I've ever done or said has hurt her as much as hearing that I was in more than one loving relationship and that I see nothing wrong with that.

We're slowly patching up our relationship, and trying to rediscover the things that we do have in common. Just now, on the phone, I was telling her about how well things are going on a voluntary project Dan and I are involved with. I may have sung his praises a little, just to see what reaction I got. I could feel that she wasn't completely happy about it, but she didn't shy away from the conversation in the way she used to whenever his name came up.

And then, at the end of the call, eight little words that made me well up. I'm probably reading far too much into this. She probably was just being civil and didn't mean to confer acceptance. But I can't help wondering.

"Give my regards to everyone at your end."
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