Fuck you, woman who claims to be my mother.
Tonight, I was supposed to meet up with Jakob. He didn't get home until later than either of us expected, so if we did anything, it was going to be later. We decided to go hang out at this gay coffee shop, and I thought I was setting a reasonable curfew for myself: 10:30. This isn't okay, though. She'll be up all night worrying about me because, oh my God, this is downtown Denver and there are crazy people out, even though the town is crawling with drunk rich business people at that hour.
So, we start fighting, I'm the counter-bitch to her bitch. She insists on figuring out who Jakob is, so I tell her I met him through a friend, he's 19, and has his own place. Upon uttering this, she assumes "gay college frat boy that's going to rape my son, give him AIDS, get him high, and keep him out all night." I assure her this isn't true and even tell her he's not gay, but she doesn't believe any of it. Now, she's on the phone crying to her stupid boyfriend about me being gay and going to hell and that I want to go out and sin all night. She loves me, but she needs to fucking grow up and get over it. I love being a fucking faggot. I love being an atheist. I actually see the world for what it is, instead of using faith to blind myself to all reason.
Fuck you, mother. In December, I won't know you or the rest of my family. Disowning you will be the best day of my life. I won't be the black sheep of the family any longer.
So, we start fighting, I'm the counter-bitch to her bitch. She insists on figuring out who Jakob is, so I tell her I met him through a friend, he's 19, and has his own place. Upon uttering this, she assumes "gay college frat boy that's going to rape my son, give him AIDS, get him high, and keep him out all night." I assure her this isn't true and even tell her he's not gay, but she doesn't believe any of it. Now, she's on the phone crying to her stupid boyfriend about me being gay and going to hell and that I want to go out and sin all night. She loves me, but she needs to fucking grow up and get over it. I love being a fucking faggot. I love being an atheist. I actually see the world for what it is, instead of using faith to blind myself to all reason.
Fuck you, mother. In December, I won't know you or the rest of my family. Disowning you will be the best day of my life. I won't be the black sheep of the family any longer.