Not In Your House

My brother and sister both brought their respective, heterosexual partners to dinner the other night. My sister, who has jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend for as long as I can remember, never had a problem bringing her men to our house. My brother, although more shy, has brought his partner to the house a few times.

So comes the fateful question from my mother, “Why do you never bring any of your partners over for dinner?”

I’m not going to answer that question because it hurts too much to answer. I just can’t handle it. My mother loves me, but only me, and not parts of my life that she doesn’t agree with. I will not feel comfortable bringing a person home to my family when they make queer and racist jokes. All the love that my mom possesses is not enough to repair the damaged emotional scars her actions have caused.

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