Coming out was never easy
You asked if my parents know. They do. And no they’re not exactly thrilled. But they’re dealing with it. They housed her over Christmas break and made her feel like part of the family. They woke up early on new years day to see her off at the airport. They invited her to come on holiday with us, claiming she’s part of the family. They did all this after knowing we’re together. They welcome her because they wouldn’t push someone so incredible away. I will never be as amazing as she is, but give me the chance to show you that I can be good for your daughter. Your youngest child and her friends come to the youth group that I cofound and she loves it - I’m trying here, as much as I possibly can. You blame culture, but I come from a culture of tolerance and respect. I’ve shown you nothing but kindness and respect, and I’d appreciate it if you reciprocated this kindness. Thank you.
A friend.
One time, you asked me if I was jealous of the girl who played music. I told you I wasn’t, but we both knew that wasn’t true. You never liked the music I wrote for you. I continued to write it - I hoped that somehow, it would be good enough for you, but it never was. I’m not playing the victim - It was my choice to write music. It was my choice to feel inadequate - to feel the need to constantly impress. It took my years to move forward. I met Ryan. He changed me, because my music was good enough for him - a musician. That year, I was good enough because I stopped trying to impress people who never understood - I focussed on the people who did. In highschool I may have needed your approval but I grew. We all did. Now, I’m good enough for me. I’m good enough for the people who truly affect my life. I am strong, and today, I can do anything.
