It's tough to prepare for another meeting with
Will's parents. I don't know them well enough to have any idea what kind of present might make them a little softer in how they'd react to her. And me.
I guess I just got so used to being treated with such acceptance and open arms by everyone I deal with on a regular basis that being treated poorly for being in love with another woman sort of faded into bad memories.
It's not as though it's the first time I've experienced prejudice for my orientation. That's nothing new at all. I remember when Donnie found out I was more interested in girls than boys...it didn't go well.
Three weeks solid of being called 'Freak' instead of my name...until he got bored with it.
I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg are being mean. Something tells me that there really isn't a mean bone in Mrs. Rosenberg's body...she just doesn't understand, and so, she's a little intimidated.
I can't believe the parents that gave me Willow could be narrow-minded on purpose.