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First of all, thanks to whoever takes the time to read this. Recently I have gone through a very tough time and I just need some people to talk to. I apologize in advance for the length of the message, but I hope I can get some support so I can start to pick myself up.
This story is about heartbreak and confusion, and I am sure it resembles other stories you've read before, but it truly is unique in my heart.
I am a 21 year old student, and I have known that I am gay since I was about 15-16. I had a lot of trouble coming to terms with it, but eventually just accepted reality (although some confusion still exists). I have always been very outgoing and well liked, and I like to think I have a good heart. I just try to do the right thing. I am what some of you would call "straight acting". Fact of the matter is I have never had to deal with any suspicions from people close to me, including friends or family. Most people just assume that I am straight. I have never had a girlfriend (minus a 2 month quick fling in 9th grade, which wasn't much of anything.) And I have never really related to girls all that well. I've never had a real close friend that is a girl. I feel that I might even be intimidated of women, in that I fear that they are always looking at me from a sexual standpoint, and I just try to avoid leading them on. I have freinds that are girls, but we arent really that close, and I feel particularly uncomfortable around "attractive" girls, for fear that people will expect me to have interest.
As far as my male friends, I have several very very close friends. I have always simply been able to connect emotionally with boys. But I have never had a sexual experience of any kind, and that includes something as simple as a kiss, girl or guy.
I've been able to happily (for the most part) stay in the closet, up until recently. I feel I have been able to do this because there was enough in my life that helped me put it on the back burner. I would think about it, but it wouldn't dominate my thoughts. I wouldn't even consider a future of being a gay male, nor would I consider a future of being straight. In fact, I just tried to live in the moment. When I came to college however, I became friends with someone (a year younger than me) and we grew very close. He and his older brother (a year older than me) went to my high school, and I was friends with his brother. They were inseperable and very similar. We began to spend more and more time with each other, and built a strong circle of friends around us. Needless to say, I fell in love (with the younger brother). He is everything that represents innocence, always laughing, great sense of humor, a youthful demeanor, seemingly oblivious to anything negative (the real world lol). I dont know if it was the fact that his brother and I were friends or not, but we would talk to each other all the time, do everything together, etc etc. All three of us became very close. I was never certain of his sexuality, he never had a girlfriend, and was very flirtatious (just in the way he carried himself, specifically, I percieved, towards me). He gave me signals.
There were some moments where I thought something was on the brink of happening, but I never was able to give it a real shot. Way too much fear of being outed etc. We have been close friends for over 3 years now, much of it spent trying to figure out whether or not he loved me back. It was until only about 4 months ago that my need for an emotional connection grew larger and unable to bear. I decided to write him a long, emotional, not well-thought out email professing my love. I could not bring myself to do it face to face. In the letter, i told him how I loved him and how perfect I thought he was, but most of the letter concentrated on how I was scared to death of what he will think, and was also about asking/begging that he keep it private, no matter his reaction.
I waited and waited for a response, and with none coming, I IM'ed him asking him if he had checked his email, saying that if he hadn't he shouldnt. Well he did, right there, and responded with surprise: lol wtf? (expected) He then said brb. I panicked... started sending him texts begging him not to tell anyone, he was, for the most part, non-responsive. Since I have a habit of worrying, I imagined the worst scenario, and assumed it to be the truth. He didn't tell anyone, but he was very unresponsive, pretty much saying only that he just doesn't want to talk about it. In the few days afterwards, I would say him around (since we did everything together) and it was very awkward. He started to warm up though, giving me signs of acceptance. He was never mean about it, just very private. I couldn't handle unanswered questions. I couldn't help but push it, especially when he would try to act normal around me. He became annoyed. He stopped talking to me, and stopped asking what I was up to, etc. But, he was constantly around, and his brother continued to act as if we were best friends, which made it incredibly hard. (he still to this day has not told his brother). I did not know how to act. Sometimes I was withdrawn and quiet, at other times I was a little better at being myself. Over winter break I came out to one of my best friends, since I was in such a deep depression. He was also close friends with these kids, but took it great. He was supportive, but since then we haven't talked about it much. He acts as if nothing happened too, probably because he has no idea that I am struggling with it, since I am so good at masking that. This time, it was admitting that I'm gay (first time i used the term) and apologizing for burdening him with my problems and for acting weird when he is around. I told him how much I appreciated the friendship and how important it was to me that we didn't lose it.
Once again, no response. He continued to keep it private though, and also continued to act as if nothing happened for the most part. But we were very distant, he would laugh at some things I said and try to act like it was normal, but I was missing that emotional connection I imagined we had. Just the other day, I was finally able to talk to him briefly about the stuff. I told him how depressed I've been and he responded with "What did I do?" I said that he hadn't done anything it was me, and that I was unable to just act like nothing happened like he was. He said "I dont know what you're expecting from me, I'm trying to pretend like nothing happened just like you wanted." We then had the following exchange:
ME: i rlly cared about u as weird as that sounds, and it just hurt to think that u dont give a shit about me
HIM
6:56:35 PM): yea it is weird, i assumed you were just friends with me
ME(6:56:41 PM): obv... and i was and i am
HIM (6:57:06 PM): apparently not
I told him that it was seperate and that it he has to believe me. He didnt respond. Our friendship was real, and I really miss it. I dont understand his reaction. I am just very sad and depressed about the situation. It makes it a hell of a lot harder that I have to see him all the time, with his brother acting like we are still the best of buds. I cant distance myself from them, that is not an option at this time because of how they are always around. I am sad that the love I felt was unrequited and imagined. I wonder how someone who acted so close can seem so indifferent about how I'm doing. I'm afraid of being open and out of the closet, I don't want people to look at me differently. I am terrified of telling my parents, but wish I could be truthful to them. Instead I mask it and give them the impression that I am as happy as can be. I don't feel that it's possible for me to be emotionally connected with someone openly gay, especially if I am in the closet. I am not even willing to do anything that might reveal me as gay to the public.
Please realize that most of that was just unadultarated emotions and feelings, and I'm sorry for the length. I decided not to proof read it because I wanted everything out there, even though there is still lots missing. I am just wondering what everyones thoughts are on the situation.
Thanks so much for listening.
This story is about heartbreak and confusion, and I am sure it resembles other stories you've read before, but it truly is unique in my heart.
I am a 21 year old student, and I have known that I am gay since I was about 15-16. I had a lot of trouble coming to terms with it, but eventually just accepted reality (although some confusion still exists). I have always been very outgoing and well liked, and I like to think I have a good heart. I just try to do the right thing. I am what some of you would call "straight acting". Fact of the matter is I have never had to deal with any suspicions from people close to me, including friends or family. Most people just assume that I am straight. I have never had a girlfriend (minus a 2 month quick fling in 9th grade, which wasn't much of anything.) And I have never really related to girls all that well. I've never had a real close friend that is a girl. I feel that I might even be intimidated of women, in that I fear that they are always looking at me from a sexual standpoint, and I just try to avoid leading them on. I have freinds that are girls, but we arent really that close, and I feel particularly uncomfortable around "attractive" girls, for fear that people will expect me to have interest.
As far as my male friends, I have several very very close friends. I have always simply been able to connect emotionally with boys. But I have never had a sexual experience of any kind, and that includes something as simple as a kiss, girl or guy.
I've been able to happily (for the most part) stay in the closet, up until recently. I feel I have been able to do this because there was enough in my life that helped me put it on the back burner. I would think about it, but it wouldn't dominate my thoughts. I wouldn't even consider a future of being a gay male, nor would I consider a future of being straight. In fact, I just tried to live in the moment. When I came to college however, I became friends with someone (a year younger than me) and we grew very close. He and his older brother (a year older than me) went to my high school, and I was friends with his brother. They were inseperable and very similar. We began to spend more and more time with each other, and built a strong circle of friends around us. Needless to say, I fell in love (with the younger brother). He is everything that represents innocence, always laughing, great sense of humor, a youthful demeanor, seemingly oblivious to anything negative (the real world lol). I dont know if it was the fact that his brother and I were friends or not, but we would talk to each other all the time, do everything together, etc etc. All three of us became very close. I was never certain of his sexuality, he never had a girlfriend, and was very flirtatious (just in the way he carried himself, specifically, I percieved, towards me). He gave me signals.
There were some moments where I thought something was on the brink of happening, but I never was able to give it a real shot. Way too much fear of being outed etc. We have been close friends for over 3 years now, much of it spent trying to figure out whether or not he loved me back. It was until only about 4 months ago that my need for an emotional connection grew larger and unable to bear. I decided to write him a long, emotional, not well-thought out email professing my love. I could not bring myself to do it face to face. In the letter, i told him how I loved him and how perfect I thought he was, but most of the letter concentrated on how I was scared to death of what he will think, and was also about asking/begging that he keep it private, no matter his reaction.
I waited and waited for a response, and with none coming, I IM'ed him asking him if he had checked his email, saying that if he hadn't he shouldnt. Well he did, right there, and responded with surprise: lol wtf? (expected) He then said brb. I panicked... started sending him texts begging him not to tell anyone, he was, for the most part, non-responsive. Since I have a habit of worrying, I imagined the worst scenario, and assumed it to be the truth. He didn't tell anyone, but he was very unresponsive, pretty much saying only that he just doesn't want to talk about it. In the few days afterwards, I would say him around (since we did everything together) and it was very awkward. He started to warm up though, giving me signs of acceptance. He was never mean about it, just very private. I couldn't handle unanswered questions. I couldn't help but push it, especially when he would try to act normal around me. He became annoyed. He stopped talking to me, and stopped asking what I was up to, etc. But, he was constantly around, and his brother continued to act as if we were best friends, which made it incredibly hard. (he still to this day has not told his brother). I did not know how to act. Sometimes I was withdrawn and quiet, at other times I was a little better at being myself. Over winter break I came out to one of my best friends, since I was in such a deep depression. He was also close friends with these kids, but took it great. He was supportive, but since then we haven't talked about it much. He acts as if nothing happened too, probably because he has no idea that I am struggling with it, since I am so good at masking that. This time, it was admitting that I'm gay (first time i used the term) and apologizing for burdening him with my problems and for acting weird when he is around. I told him how much I appreciated the friendship and how important it was to me that we didn't lose it.
Once again, no response. He continued to keep it private though, and also continued to act as if nothing happened for the most part. But we were very distant, he would laugh at some things I said and try to act like it was normal, but I was missing that emotional connection I imagined we had. Just the other day, I was finally able to talk to him briefly about the stuff. I told him how depressed I've been and he responded with "What did I do?" I said that he hadn't done anything it was me, and that I was unable to just act like nothing happened like he was. He said "I dont know what you're expecting from me, I'm trying to pretend like nothing happened just like you wanted." We then had the following exchange:
ME: i rlly cared about u as weird as that sounds, and it just hurt to think that u dont give a shit about me
HIM
ME(6:56:41 PM): obv... and i was and i am
HIM (6:57:06 PM): apparently not
I told him that it was seperate and that it he has to believe me. He didnt respond. Our friendship was real, and I really miss it. I dont understand his reaction. I am just very sad and depressed about the situation. It makes it a hell of a lot harder that I have to see him all the time, with his brother acting like we are still the best of buds. I cant distance myself from them, that is not an option at this time because of how they are always around. I am sad that the love I felt was unrequited and imagined. I wonder how someone who acted so close can seem so indifferent about how I'm doing. I'm afraid of being open and out of the closet, I don't want people to look at me differently. I am terrified of telling my parents, but wish I could be truthful to them. Instead I mask it and give them the impression that I am as happy as can be. I don't feel that it's possible for me to be emotionally connected with someone openly gay, especially if I am in the closet. I am not even willing to do anything that might reveal me as gay to the public.
Please realize that most of that was just unadultarated emotions and feelings, and I'm sorry for the length. I decided not to proof read it because I wanted everything out there, even though there is still lots missing. I am just wondering what everyones thoughts are on the situation.
Thanks so much for listening.

