I am a good, practicing homosexual. I did everything, I thought, to teach him right from wrong. I had dinner parties, I had gay friends over for boardgames. My gay friends came to our home to celebrate Christmas and Easter. We went to 'gay' weddings and 'gay' funerals. We watched Queer as Folk and Ellen. He asked for a set of freedom rings. I bought them for him and even after I explained what they were for, he wore them. He brought friends home all through High School... introduced me as his Dad, to some, his Gay Dad... it was great.
Oh, there were signs, I found ... Girls ... in his room a few times. Once I even found a copy of Playboy.... I guess on some level I knew... But I had hopes...
The truth should have been more obvious four years ago... He brought home a daughter... It was one of the happiest days of my life... I'm a grandpa... but still, how could that be?
He told me the other day... "I'm Straight!"
I never thought words could hurt so much... at first I wanted to say "GET OUT" and throw him out of the house... (Sooo Faye Ray) but I still love him... don't I? Shouldn't I?
I suppose I could keep pretending... or join PFS... Parents and Friends of Straights... But I'll still love him... as long as he acts Gay in Public!
Should I Love him... or throw him out. He was NOT raised that way!!!
Or is it my fault? I knew I should not have let those straight people in to visit when they would come over. WHY???