Dixie
My father had a daughter by his first wife, my half-sister, Dixie. She's almost 10 years older than I am, and I didn't meet her until she was married and had a couple of kids of her own. She was only about 13, but that's another story.
I really got to know Dixie when I was 17 and she left her husband and moved back to Missouri. We were rather close at one time. Not anymore. Not after I became a lesbian. Her daughter also became a lesbian and one of her sons is bisexual. That's probably part of the problem; it's not "natural" in her book.
Anyway, I just heard that her husband died. I didn't know him very well, and I find that I don't care. That seems a bit unnatural to me, but she's made it pretty clear how she feels about my life, and just how unwelcome I am in hers. I don't have the energy to bypass her bigotry. I really do not care.
I really got to know Dixie when I was 17 and she left her husband and moved back to Missouri. We were rather close at one time. Not anymore. Not after I became a lesbian. Her daughter also became a lesbian and one of her sons is bisexual. That's probably part of the problem; it's not "natural" in her book.
Anyway, I just heard that her husband died. I didn't know him very well, and I find that I don't care. That seems a bit unnatural to me, but she's made it pretty clear how she feels about my life, and just how unwelcome I am in hers. I don't have the energy to bypass her bigotry. I really do not care.