THIS FUCKIN' GUY

SO. For Valentine’s Day I made my girlfriend a card that had a super cheesey love poem in it. I showed it to my little sister, and then left. Neither of us ever brought it up again. A few days ago I brought it up with her and the conversation went like this:

Me: So, do you remember that Valentine I showed you?
Sydney: Yeah.
Me: What do you think about its subject?
Sydney: I don’t know.
Me: You know that Abby and I are more than friends, right? You get it?
Sydney: Yeah. I don’t get why people care. It doesn’t matter. I’m your sister.
Me: :D :D :D

Okay. So then TODAYYYYY I went down stairs to talk to my mom, and the conversation went like this:

Me: Hey. Hi. Hello. Hola. Hi.
Mom: What?
Me: Can I tell you something?
Mom: Sure, what?
Me: Nevermind. I can’t. -runs away-
-commence chase scene in which she yells “You can’t fucking do that! TELL ME!” and then strangles me against a wall.-
Me: -in a ball on the floor- Well. You know how I want to go to Michigan?
Mom: Yeah….
Me: To see Abby…
Mom: Yeah…
Me: Well, it’s because, um -hyperventilates- I CAN’T.
Mom: TELL ME! Do you want me to guess?
Me: Yes. Please.
Mom: Because you’re madly in love with Abby?
Me: Yes.
-small talk about long distance relationships, blah blah blah-
-mom hugs me really tight-
Mom: I love you. I just want you to be happy. I’m just glad you’re in love with someone.
Me: THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU, TOO.
Me: You’re not really surprised, are you?
Mom: No.
Me: I mean, hi boxer briefs.
Mom: I mean, hi Tegan and Sara…

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YOU GUYS. THAT IS THE FACE OF AN OUT LESBIAN. Like, my mom loves me regardless of the fact that I like girls. Or that I wear boxer briefs. Or that I’m wearing my 7 year old brother’s baseball jersey. :3 I’m so happy.