Came out!

I finally did it! Finally came out to good ole mother! Her response was interesting, but it all happened Sunday May 2nd 2010.

Freddie had taken all the kids out of the house, so that I could have some alone time with mom. I sat down on her king or queen sized been and nervously built up the courage to tell her. It was a lot of, "mom, I have something to tell you... umm... umm... um...." For some reason I remember her looking at me through the mirror in between sewing her pants. And then she said something like, "be a man and just tell me." So I did. "Mom, I like boys."

Her response was something in the area of "that's just silly, what would Freddie's parents think, being gay is a North American phenomenon, it's fine if you are lifelong friends, you just haven't found the right girl yet, I don't have any friends, sometimes I just go to my room and cry myself to sleep because I have no one to talk to." So what was supposed to be a moment about my need for validation quickly became about her needs and her experience, which I guess I'm fine with.

I kind of just went to my room and sat there for a while. Freddie came back and asked for the story. I told him. Her response was neutral. She still treated Freddie the exact same way. Did I mention that she absolutely adores him. I might be a little jealous, but I guess that's just how the cookie crumbles.

Needless to say... oh wait! I immediately texted my two sisters. Their response was supportive which was nice and my facebook status has also changed to include "is in a relationship with Freddie." I guess a lot has happened this weekend, which brings me to a pretty big point.

My mind is boggled, but less so now as I am writing. It feels like I'm super stressed out about nothing, even when my brain has no information in it. It sucks. I think I'm just adapting emotionally to all the big changes that happened including my recent graduation. It's a lot, now that I think about it.

I think I just need some piece and quiet time. Or at least some time to clear my head. Did I mention that even though I start my research job next week, my supervisor really needs a few things done because of deadlines, so I might have to inject a bit of work here and there during my week off.

I feel like a wreck. I feel so moody, not like bitchy, but like going from happy to sad, happy to sad. It hard. And you know how I don't like feeling sad. Maybe I'm just a bit extra sensitive now that so many things have changed.

At least I'm at Freddie's and hopefully will get some relaxing time in today. =p

That's all for today folks.

Good night and hope everyone is well,
SG