Pushover
Made of Win and Awesome
I finally did it.
So, last night I got to thinking, and I decided to be a little more 'modern' about it. I sent my mother an email. Yeah, I know, that's a little odd, especially since we live in the same house. It's just that I have a severe stuttering problem, and it would make having an actual conversation more difficult than it should be. So, I sent her the email last night, knowing she gets up before I do and checks her mail and does her banking online.
That was the easy part. So, I was waiting in bed, wide awake, listening to everything in the house, and she's not going to the computer because I don't hear the cabinet door opening. We've been having problems with our air conditioning and she decides today is the day she calls the technician. So, I wake up and walk out to the living room where she's waiting for the guy to arrive, and inside I'm like "AHHHHH!".
So, the guy arrives, and he takes forever. He's there for 2 and a half hours, and I'm past "AHHHH!" into "Fuck fuck fuck fuck". And this guy finally leaves, and she decides to clean a bit, and I'm about ready to pop with nervousness.
An hour of cleaning and she finally goes to the PC and checks her mail. I'm back in my room waiting for anything and she comes back. She's said she was pretty sure she knew I was gay, and we went through all of that "I'll support you no matter what" talk, which, disappointingly, didn't last but 2 or 3 minutes. She was very supportive about it, and said she'd love me no matter what I choose to do.
Now, everything seems fine but I had to tell her to stop watching me walk and answer questions on why I don't dress better and how come I didn't go to art school. What can I say, I'm not a stereotype.
She's telling my father later tonight. She says she thinks he has an 'inkling' too.
*excuse while me while I go change my profile*
So, last night I got to thinking, and I decided to be a little more 'modern' about it. I sent my mother an email. Yeah, I know, that's a little odd, especially since we live in the same house. It's just that I have a severe stuttering problem, and it would make having an actual conversation more difficult than it should be. So, I sent her the email last night, knowing she gets up before I do and checks her mail and does her banking online.
That was the easy part. So, I was waiting in bed, wide awake, listening to everything in the house, and she's not going to the computer because I don't hear the cabinet door opening. We've been having problems with our air conditioning and she decides today is the day she calls the technician. So, I wake up and walk out to the living room where she's waiting for the guy to arrive, and inside I'm like "AHHHHH!".
So, the guy arrives, and he takes forever. He's there for 2 and a half hours, and I'm past "AHHHH!" into "Fuck fuck fuck fuck". And this guy finally leaves, and she decides to clean a bit, and I'm about ready to pop with nervousness.
An hour of cleaning and she finally goes to the PC and checks her mail. I'm back in my room waiting for anything and she comes back. She's said she was pretty sure she knew I was gay, and we went through all of that "I'll support you no matter what" talk, which, disappointingly, didn't last but 2 or 3 minutes. She was very supportive about it, and said she'd love me no matter what I choose to do.
Now, everything seems fine but I had to tell her to stop watching me walk and answer questions on why I don't dress better and how come I didn't go to art school. What can I say, I'm not a stereotype.
She's telling my father later tonight. She says she thinks he has an 'inkling' too.
*excuse while me while I go change my profile*











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