My Brother and I grew up next door to a pair of sisters. Everyone thought we were going to marry each other. Their Father, was, rightly, “not there” for it. That was a scary looking sob, okay? Trust me.
When it slowly came out that I was gay he met me outside when I was walking past with the biggest smile. Super nice.
Thanks.
It was one of those unexpected good things that happen because of an unpleasant experience.
I wasn’t mad, it was funny.
I wondered what the hell he wanted and he was just- “Hey Chanzy!”
What?! OMG. WHAT??
“So you’re leaving?”
“Yes Sir.”
(He meant after graduation… I’d gotten a scholarship to a local community college and I was LEAVING…)
He congratulated me and I went on to the house.
It didn’t occur to me until a few months ago that the smile was relief. He knew I was crazy but the gay thing accounts for a lot of it.
Believe me, If I thought I could’ve come out sooner I would’ve never been in the closet in the first place... Would’ve cut out a lot of nonsense.
He had a good job and both of his kids got into good colleges because of their grades…
I should’ve been taking notes.
Chantarctica 