My coming out story in 300 words or less
I’ve always known I was gay since the I was young, I asked one of my babysitters to marry me and she stated only in Mars. I’ve always wanted to come out but when my mother found a letter from my first love, Tara, she stated she would disown me and kick me out for being a freak. Fast forward to the summer of my senior year, I was 18, just found out I wasn’t graduating on time because I was distracted due to my fiance breaking up with me over an ICQ message and I had no friends to rely on. I walked in the rain for about four miles without stopping, I knew my life was ruin. I got home and I sat on my bed crying when my grandmother sat next to me and asked what was wrong, that today was a blessed day and that I could tell her anything, so I looked at her and before I said anything she said “You have boy tendencies, don’t you?” I nearly fell off the side of my bed, I simply nodded my head and held on to her scared of losing her. Then the big moment, my mother walks in stating she just burned they rice, typical latina manner, she looked at me and asked what was wrong. I looked up to her, I mean what did I have to lose right? “Hey Mom, guess what, I’m Gay…” She looked at me and said “Is that it? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I referred back to the time when she found those letters. She smiled sheepishly “I thought you were being corrupted, not you chasing after skirts” then turns around to tend to the burning rice, I just sat there, stupidfied of what had happened.