I texted my mom to come downstairs so I can speak to her before I told my dad -- thinking that she'd maybe have my back during the ordeal. We sat down and talked, she cried, I cried, we both just sort of cried. Not really sure why she was crying, disappointment? I told her not to tell my dad until I came up in about 20 minutes. About ten minutes later my dad came downstairs with my mom. Bitch.
The first thing he said to me was that I should feel bad for causing so much pain and making my mom cry like that. He rushed next to me and knocked over my things, my pencils, my souvenirs. He screamed and told me that all these things were his and that they could all be gone in a moment if I brought this up again. Finished it off with a nice backhand to the head, literally felt my brain bounce from side to side. Never felt so lame in my life.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm basically just crawled up in my room, not really sure where to go from here.
I texted my mom to come downstairs so I can speak to her before I told my dad -- thinking that she'd maybe have my back during the ordeal. We sat down and talked, she cried, I cried, we both just sort of cried. Not really sure why she was crying, disappointment? I told her not to tell my dad until I came up in about 20 minutes. About ten minutes later my dad came downstairs with my mom. Bitch.
The first thing he said to me was that I should feel bad for causing so much pain and making my mom cry like that. He rushed next to me and knocked over my things, my pencils, my souvenirs. He screamed and told me that all these things were his and that they could all be gone in a moment if I brought this up again. Finished it off with a nice backhand to the head, literally felt my brain bounce from side to side. Never felt so lame in my life.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm basically just crawled up in my room, not really sure where to go from here.
I texted my mom to come downstairs so I can speak to her before I told my dad -- thinking that she'd maybe have my back during the ordeal. We sat down and talked, she cried, I cried, we both just sort of cried. Not really sure why she was crying, disappointment? I told her not to tell my dad until I came up in about 20 minutes. About ten minutes later my dad came downstairs with my mom. Bitch.
The first thing he said to me was that I should feel bad for causing so much pain and making my mom cry like that. He rushed next to me and knocked over my things, my pencils, my souvenirs. He screamed and told me that all these things were his and that they could all be gone in a moment if I brought this up again. Finished it off with a nice backhand to the head, literally felt my brain bounce from side to side. Never felt so lame in my life.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm basically just crawled up in my room, not really sure where to go from here.
I texted my mom to come downstairs so I can speak to her before I told my dad -- thinking that she'd maybe have my back during the ordeal. We sat down and talked, she cried, I cried, we both just sort of cried. Not really sure why she was crying, disappointment? I told her not to tell my dad until I came up in about 20 minutes. About ten minutes later my dad came downstairs with my mom. Bitch.
The first thing he said to me was that I should feel bad for causing so much pain and making my mom cry like that. He rushed next to me and knocked over my things, my pencils, my souvenirs. He screamed and told me that all these things were his and that they could all be gone in a moment if I brought this up again. Finished it off with a nice backhand to the head, literally felt my brain bounce from side to side. Never felt so lame in my life.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm basically just crawled up in my room, not really sure where to go from here.
i am so sorry , that sounds awful it's a shame parents can't be supportive
I texted my mom to come downstairs so I can speak to her before I told my dad -- thinking that she'd maybe have my back during the ordeal. We sat down and talked, she cried, I cried, we both just sort of cried. Not really sure why she was crying, disappointment? I told her not to tell my dad until I came up in about 20 minutes. About ten minutes later my dad came downstairs with my mom. Bitch.
The first thing he said to me was that I should feel bad for causing so much pain and making my mom cry like that. He rushed next to me and knocked over my things, my pencils, my souvenirs. He screamed and told me that all these things were his and that they could all be gone in a moment if I brought this up again. Finished it off with a nice backhand to the head, literally felt my brain bounce from side to side. Never felt so lame in my life.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm basically just crawled up in my room, not really sure where to go from here.
I'm so sorry. They have all these preconceptions about what is being gay. You just have to be yourself. In time they'll see you're still you and being gay doesn't change anything. Try to not talk about gay stuff in the beginning tho. Give em some time. They're religious?
