Explain Yourself

My mother stepped aside to let me pass through the doorway. I entered the living room and quietly took a seat on the couch beside my father.

“Hi, Dad,” I practically whispered.

He shook his head and turned away, not saying a word. My mother slammed and bolted the door shut. She then approached the couch. She stood over me, starring down at me and giving a look of anger and disapointment.

“Do you care to explain yourself?” She sneered.

I took a deep breath, and began to tell my story the best I could. “Mom, I am bisexual. I’ve known I was bisexual since I was seventeen years old, but I never told you because I knew you would never accept it. And, I’ve found the love of my life, a girl named Shawna. We’ve been dating for over a year, and living together for six months now.”

I paused. Both my parents remained silent. “…As far as the gothic appearance goes, I just really love the style. I always have, that’s all.”

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