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So as some of you know I've been with my bf for 9 months on the 20th of Jan. In that time we've had some ups and downs. Times when both of us just wanted to throw in the towel and walk away. But thankfully we worked through such times as those and are still going perhaps deeper and stronger than before.
Anyways I guess I could start getting to the point...
We moved back in indiana a few days before Thanksgiving. My bf had previously been living in a house that his mother has owned for the past 11+ years or so. The only thing he had to pay were the utilities because the house was paid for and was basically setting there empty.
Well our plan was to move back to indiana, back into his place of previous residency which his mother owned. Well a few days before our move she basically told him that she would rather I not move back home with him. That I needed to get my life situated and move on with other things.
(I guess I should have mentioned my bf was not out at this time!)
Well with her saying that, needless to say both of us weren't in the best of moods considering we knew what was to come. With his bills and my bills needing to be paid and my not having my own house to come back to, the only thing we could do, was to once again go back to were we first started. Living in different cities, 4 hours apart.
About a week or so later, I went down for a visit. While being there one night helping my bf paint a room that his mother asked him to change, he called her pizza resturaunt and ordered a pizza to go. About 5 minutes later his phone rings, he picks it up and it's his mother on the other end. She starting telling my bf that his brothers were down there bitching and complaining about me, and wanting to know why we were spending so much time together. And that she really didn't care for him hanging around with me either. So he decided to go to the pizza place himself to pick up the order, whilist I stayed home and watched tv. Well another 10 minutes had went by and here comes my bf with the pizza. He walked in the door and basically said that all hell was breaking loose with his family. Well about 10 minutes had went by, and we were in the back of the house looking at the room just newly painted, when we heard a knock at the door. He made his way through the house and then I heard her voice. (His mother) I couldn't really make anything out because it all seemed to be total chaos. Well about a minute later my bf comes back to me and says; chad come out here mom wants to talk to you, I of course knowing what kinda of a hot head I can be at times, decided against it, he then went back into the living room and then I heard her say; never mind if he won't come out here then I'll go back there, and then BOOM! there stood his mother face to face with me. My bf was standing beside me and then out came the question; Are you two an item? (Silence, so thick you could have heard a hair hit the ground.) I had no reservations about telling his mother, I had no reason to hide it and would much rather her know, but out of love for my bf, I chose to let him be the one, when the time came, considering he wasn't out of the closet yet.
So. The question was asked yet again. And with my bf previously looking down at the ground, he raised his head and looked at his mother and with one breathe he spoke the words; YES! I guess we are an item, there now you know. I about shit myself, never did I think he would seriously tell her. But with him telling her, he instantly started to break down and was crying, so he turned and left the room and out of the house, leaving his mother and myself face to face in the back of the house.
Then she started to speak, telling me what she thought about me, about my bf, and about the whole situation etc. And for the first time in my entire life, I was completly calm. (No idea why, perhaps because he means so much to me) I then started to reply to her questions and statements, responding in a well mannered fashion. I basically opened a little of the gay world up to her, telling her what I and he and many others of us deal with while growing up. The thoughts that run through our heads about families and children and the american dream etc... About the stereotypes and the mislead information that ppl spat off about. And I believe in some way I helped her realize how very ignorant she was, and many others around the world are about us "gay" ppl. After the end of the discussion she walked over to me put her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and told me that she would like for me to move down to live with my bf. OMG!? I was shocked and dumbfounded. So about 5 minutes later, his mother walks outside with me and around the corner of the house where my bf was sitting talking with his older brother about the situation that had just happened, she then spoke to my bf letting him know that it was ok, and that she still loved him and always will. And before it was all over with she turned around at all of us standing there and said; well get your things we're all going to the casino. I was about shitting myself. How in the hell could they be willing to go gamble and have fun over such news as this, not only was there son/brother gay, but here stood his bf as well.
Well it wasn't more than a week later when his mother called him up and told him that she didn't want me around, she didn't want to speak to me, nor see me. That I was a loser, and that she hated my fucking guts. My first repsonse to myself in my head was:
Get you get more fucking BIPOLAR than this?
Seirously! What I nor my bf knew was that one of his brothers and a friend of the families were feeding fuel to the fire and talking shit about us and what the town would think of their family etc. So now 1 month later I am about to take yet another step in our relationship and move back in with him. We are looking to get into a house within the next few weeks. It's roughly 15 minutes or so away from his family in another town. And even there we don't think it's far enough away. And his mother still thinks ill of me. Even with my having my own car, not living in her house, and working 50-70 hours a week, I'm still not good enough. Which goes to show, that 1. She'll never like me because I'm her son's bf, and she can't deal with his being gay. 2. She's a control freak and expects her children to do as she says even though their grown adults.
It's truly amazing and has be baffled at the fact that my bf is 37 and his mother still goes off the handle when they choose to think for themselves. I, myself sense a few issues, but I myself also have issues. Only difference is I acknowledge mine.
So as you can see, this has been one hell of a time as of late. I and the bf have only been seeing each other on the weekends, and haven't seen each other in the past two weeks due to bills needing paid. I can only hope that this eventually dies down.
His mother has bought a book about a mother dealing with her only son coming out gay as an adult. I hope that she finds some answers to her questions and god knows if she would talk with me I'd help her find any and all information...
Well thanks for the listen guys...
-Chad-
Anyways I guess I could start getting to the point...
We moved back in indiana a few days before Thanksgiving. My bf had previously been living in a house that his mother has owned for the past 11+ years or so. The only thing he had to pay were the utilities because the house was paid for and was basically setting there empty.
Well our plan was to move back to indiana, back into his place of previous residency which his mother owned. Well a few days before our move she basically told him that she would rather I not move back home with him. That I needed to get my life situated and move on with other things.
(I guess I should have mentioned my bf was not out at this time!)
Well with her saying that, needless to say both of us weren't in the best of moods considering we knew what was to come. With his bills and my bills needing to be paid and my not having my own house to come back to, the only thing we could do, was to once again go back to were we first started. Living in different cities, 4 hours apart.
About a week or so later, I went down for a visit. While being there one night helping my bf paint a room that his mother asked him to change, he called her pizza resturaunt and ordered a pizza to go. About 5 minutes later his phone rings, he picks it up and it's his mother on the other end. She starting telling my bf that his brothers were down there bitching and complaining about me, and wanting to know why we were spending so much time together. And that she really didn't care for him hanging around with me either. So he decided to go to the pizza place himself to pick up the order, whilist I stayed home and watched tv. Well another 10 minutes had went by and here comes my bf with the pizza. He walked in the door and basically said that all hell was breaking loose with his family. Well about 10 minutes had went by, and we were in the back of the house looking at the room just newly painted, when we heard a knock at the door. He made his way through the house and then I heard her voice. (His mother) I couldn't really make anything out because it all seemed to be total chaos. Well about a minute later my bf comes back to me and says; chad come out here mom wants to talk to you, I of course knowing what kinda of a hot head I can be at times, decided against it, he then went back into the living room and then I heard her say; never mind if he won't come out here then I'll go back there, and then BOOM! there stood his mother face to face with me. My bf was standing beside me and then out came the question; Are you two an item? (Silence, so thick you could have heard a hair hit the ground.) I had no reservations about telling his mother, I had no reason to hide it and would much rather her know, but out of love for my bf, I chose to let him be the one, when the time came, considering he wasn't out of the closet yet.
So. The question was asked yet again. And with my bf previously looking down at the ground, he raised his head and looked at his mother and with one breathe he spoke the words; YES! I guess we are an item, there now you know. I about shit myself, never did I think he would seriously tell her. But with him telling her, he instantly started to break down and was crying, so he turned and left the room and out of the house, leaving his mother and myself face to face in the back of the house.
Then she started to speak, telling me what she thought about me, about my bf, and about the whole situation etc. And for the first time in my entire life, I was completly calm. (No idea why, perhaps because he means so much to me) I then started to reply to her questions and statements, responding in a well mannered fashion. I basically opened a little of the gay world up to her, telling her what I and he and many others of us deal with while growing up. The thoughts that run through our heads about families and children and the american dream etc... About the stereotypes and the mislead information that ppl spat off about. And I believe in some way I helped her realize how very ignorant she was, and many others around the world are about us "gay" ppl. After the end of the discussion she walked over to me put her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and told me that she would like for me to move down to live with my bf. OMG!? I was shocked and dumbfounded. So about 5 minutes later, his mother walks outside with me and around the corner of the house where my bf was sitting talking with his older brother about the situation that had just happened, she then spoke to my bf letting him know that it was ok, and that she still loved him and always will. And before it was all over with she turned around at all of us standing there and said; well get your things we're all going to the casino. I was about shitting myself. How in the hell could they be willing to go gamble and have fun over such news as this, not only was there son/brother gay, but here stood his bf as well.
Well it wasn't more than a week later when his mother called him up and told him that she didn't want me around, she didn't want to speak to me, nor see me. That I was a loser, and that she hated my fucking guts. My first repsonse to myself in my head was:
Get you get more fucking BIPOLAR than this?
Seirously! What I nor my bf knew was that one of his brothers and a friend of the families were feeding fuel to the fire and talking shit about us and what the town would think of their family etc. So now 1 month later I am about to take yet another step in our relationship and move back in with him. We are looking to get into a house within the next few weeks. It's roughly 15 minutes or so away from his family in another town. And even there we don't think it's far enough away. And his mother still thinks ill of me. Even with my having my own car, not living in her house, and working 50-70 hours a week, I'm still not good enough. Which goes to show, that 1. She'll never like me because I'm her son's bf, and she can't deal with his being gay. 2. She's a control freak and expects her children to do as she says even though their grown adults.
It's truly amazing and has be baffled at the fact that my bf is 37 and his mother still goes off the handle when they choose to think for themselves. I, myself sense a few issues, but I myself also have issues. Only difference is I acknowledge mine.
So as you can see, this has been one hell of a time as of late. I and the bf have only been seeing each other on the weekends, and haven't seen each other in the past two weeks due to bills needing paid. I can only hope that this eventually dies down.
His mother has bought a book about a mother dealing with her only son coming out gay as an adult. I hope that she finds some answers to her questions and god knows if she would talk with me I'd help her find any and all information...
Well thanks for the listen guys...
-Chad-
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