I'm sorry for yet another gay guy falls for straight (or who knows what) guy story, though after having gone through the "undying love" thread I guess I should be grateful my situation wasn't as confusing nor was I taken advantage of financially nor sexually. I know that by posting my story I open myself to judgment for my stupidity, but I also felt I really needed to vent a pain that hasn't gone away in five years.
[Part 1 of 5]
Anyway, a few years ago I had a crush on a guy, "Ben" who lived with us (rented a room, but not inside our house) back when I lived in an urban area with my immediate family (changing name/place details for anonymity). The crush was kind of casual and I never acted on it since I was pretty sure he was straight. Right around that time I had come out to my parents (who reacted horribly though my mom got better over the years) so I only had one aunt (at the time) to whom to go to for support. She told me that M was bisexual or at least "struggled" with those feelings when he was a teenager. I thought this was finally my chance to make my move on Ben so starts my stupidity.
Over that summer after high school graduation, I sent Ben an invitation to hang out/talk. He never answered it so instead I decided to write him a poem telling him my feelings. Still no answer. So I spend the entire summer agonizing, thinking that maybe the no response just meant he was afraid/not sure what to do especially because we both lived under my dad's roof. Finally, I decided to personally approach him toward the end of the summer and when he opens the door, he tells me to meet him outside at around 2pm.
I anxiously waited all day and finally met him where we agreed. He was talking to my aunt on the phone and when he finally hung up we both walked and stopped in front of this woman by where his car was parked. His girlfriend. Sh*t (I had seen her before but I thought she was a random hookup since he has a history of hooking up promiscuously). They, or rather, I should say she (since he barely talked and was kind of fiddling with something on the side) confronts and talks to me about my feelings for Ben and how they were going to complain to my parents about it but didn't because I seemed like such a nice/sweet boy. She even complimented me on how nice my poem was, and that she was sure I would "find somebody" and then randomly talked about "the gay friends we have" and how cool they were (might as well said "I have black friends and I'm ok with them too"). She offered to be my friend while I was bawling my eyes out and by the end of the whole conversation, they both invite me out to eat.
I stupidly accepted, but when I went inside to get my wallet both my parents stopped me from going, and my dad was at the verge of getting physically abusive until my mom stopped him. I spent the entire afternoon bawling my eyes out though my mom made me realize how dumb it would have been to go with them (I guess somehow they both figured out what was going on).
I finally decided to leave the whole situation behind since I was going away to school and move on. However, on one of the days before I left for school she (his girlfriend) called me into his room when he wasn't there. I felt like it was the inquisition because she started asking me all sorts of questions like "Have you ever been with a man? With a woman? I heard you two had something going on before me. Is he bisexual? I'm ok with gay people, but I can't possibly give children to a man like that. I'm left wondering so much because he acted very suspiciously when you knocked the door or received your letters." Basically she sounded paranoid about whether or not he was bisexual. Obviously only he was the one that could answer that so I told her I really had no certainty of it, though assured her I had never been involved with him (sexually nor relationship wise). I told her she should burn the letter/poem I wrote and that I would be moving away from school and leave this all behind. She agreed she would do just that and with that we said goodbye.
Anyway, so I go off to school and things go pretty well. I even met someone else, though it doesn't really work out because he wanted an open relationship so moves on to another guy.
The next time I spoke to my aunt in college, she told me that Ben never threw away or burnt my poem/letter and that he wanted "to go out with [me]" but was "afraid" of what my dad would do. I wasn't sure what she meant by "go out" (after all it could mean as friends not necessarily date me), so all I did was be happy that at least he had some appreciation for me and so I kept living my college life (focusing mostly on school, not dating).
Other than being kind of down over being dumped by the other guy (but it wasn't bad because I wasn't in love with him because Ben still lingered in my mind), my Freshmen year went pretty well, I made a lot of friends, joined clubs, and did well in school.
[Part 1 of 5]
Anyway, a few years ago I had a crush on a guy, "Ben" who lived with us (rented a room, but not inside our house) back when I lived in an urban area with my immediate family (changing name/place details for anonymity). The crush was kind of casual and I never acted on it since I was pretty sure he was straight. Right around that time I had come out to my parents (who reacted horribly though my mom got better over the years) so I only had one aunt (at the time) to whom to go to for support. She told me that M was bisexual or at least "struggled" with those feelings when he was a teenager. I thought this was finally my chance to make my move on Ben so starts my stupidity.
Over that summer after high school graduation, I sent Ben an invitation to hang out/talk. He never answered it so instead I decided to write him a poem telling him my feelings. Still no answer. So I spend the entire summer agonizing, thinking that maybe the no response just meant he was afraid/not sure what to do especially because we both lived under my dad's roof. Finally, I decided to personally approach him toward the end of the summer and when he opens the door, he tells me to meet him outside at around 2pm.
I anxiously waited all day and finally met him where we agreed. He was talking to my aunt on the phone and when he finally hung up we both walked and stopped in front of this woman by where his car was parked. His girlfriend. Sh*t (I had seen her before but I thought she was a random hookup since he has a history of hooking up promiscuously). They, or rather, I should say she (since he barely talked and was kind of fiddling with something on the side) confronts and talks to me about my feelings for Ben and how they were going to complain to my parents about it but didn't because I seemed like such a nice/sweet boy. She even complimented me on how nice my poem was, and that she was sure I would "find somebody" and then randomly talked about "the gay friends we have" and how cool they were (might as well said "I have black friends and I'm ok with them too"). She offered to be my friend while I was bawling my eyes out and by the end of the whole conversation, they both invite me out to eat.
I stupidly accepted, but when I went inside to get my wallet both my parents stopped me from going, and my dad was at the verge of getting physically abusive until my mom stopped him. I spent the entire afternoon bawling my eyes out though my mom made me realize how dumb it would have been to go with them (I guess somehow they both figured out what was going on).
I finally decided to leave the whole situation behind since I was going away to school and move on. However, on one of the days before I left for school she (his girlfriend) called me into his room when he wasn't there. I felt like it was the inquisition because she started asking me all sorts of questions like "Have you ever been with a man? With a woman? I heard you two had something going on before me. Is he bisexual? I'm ok with gay people, but I can't possibly give children to a man like that. I'm left wondering so much because he acted very suspiciously when you knocked the door or received your letters." Basically she sounded paranoid about whether or not he was bisexual. Obviously only he was the one that could answer that so I told her I really had no certainty of it, though assured her I had never been involved with him (sexually nor relationship wise). I told her she should burn the letter/poem I wrote and that I would be moving away from school and leave this all behind. She agreed she would do just that and with that we said goodbye.
Anyway, so I go off to school and things go pretty well. I even met someone else, though it doesn't really work out because he wanted an open relationship so moves on to another guy.
The next time I spoke to my aunt in college, she told me that Ben never threw away or burnt my poem/letter and that he wanted "to go out with [me]" but was "afraid" of what my dad would do. I wasn't sure what she meant by "go out" (after all it could mean as friends not necessarily date me), so all I did was be happy that at least he had some appreciation for me and so I kept living my college life (focusing mostly on school, not dating).
Other than being kind of down over being dumped by the other guy (but it wasn't bad because I wasn't in love with him because Ben still lingered in my mind), my Freshmen year went pretty well, I made a lot of friends, joined clubs, and did well in school.




















