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Was going to write about an ex, but I think I'll talk about my parents. I went away to college, first year, first semester. Winter break come around and I'm planning on coming home to spend christmas with my family for a week or two, stay in my bedroom, etc. I arrive home for the first time since the beginning of the semester, and ... my bedroom is gone. My parents remodeled the house while I was away and they extended the living room by knocking out my bedroom. They never even asked me about it, told me anything, I just found out I have no place to come back to once I walked through the front door. That sort of brazen rejection as a teenager... it fucked me up.
That's insane. Did you ever go home after that? Like that's... rejection to me.
I never went home much after that because it wasn't home anymore. Then I came out and things deteriorated even more. I wasn't allowed to tell my siblings (I'm the oldest) and I wasn't allowed to be alone with them. Nowadays I don't talk to my dad and I text my mom Merry Christmas once a year.
Fuck parents who keep their kids in the closet so hard.
Hey just so you know, myself and the rest of the world with the most baseline levels of empathy give you 100% permission to talk and be around anyone you so choose...not that you need the permission to begin with.
Thanks, I appreciate that, but all that was 20 years ago.