Ugh, family. I’m the younger of 2 kids, with a brother who is 8 years older than me. I’m close to my mom; my dad is distant. Mom is crazy neurotic and always wants to be involved. I need to "call when I get there" and "call when I leave"... I lie to her constantly. I hide my real life.
I'll be on dates with girls and she'll think I’m somewhere completely different. I hate having to do that but some things are easier that way.
I don’t know if I will ever tell my father and brother I’m gay, but my mom knows. I never can talk about girlfriends, how I feel, why I’m upset. I’ve been through bad breakups and all I have to cover it up with is "I had a bad day at work." It hurts, but that’s life.
As my mom likes to think, this is my own burden: I don't bring it into other people's lives.
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