I’m going to admit something I’m not too sure many people know. My parents were NOT happy campers when I came out to them almost 20 years ago. My mother used to make comments like “straighten up” when we’d get off the phone and my father didn’t have too much to say to me for a long time. Now, I don’t want anyone thinking I’m complaining because they never sent me away to be “cured” or stop letting me talk to my brothers. I know gay people who haven’t spoken to their parents since they came out. But still, it wasn’t easy.
My parents love Cheryl — sometimes I think more than they love me — and they love her kids and, of course, they’re thrilled with da boys.
But, something happened this weekend I just never thought would happen in a million years. Two friends of ours, Barb and Karen, were married last month. We missed the wedding because our cousin, Jeff, was married to his bride, Jen, on the sameday. And, I couldn’t miss Jeff’s wedding and wouldn’t have considered missing it. Anyway, we met up with Barb and Karen at Ren Faire this weekend and caught up on news. I introduced them to Dad and told him that they had just gotten married. Dad offered his congradulations. I mean, it was so cool. Twenty years ago, I don’t think that would’ve happened.
He’s come along way. He’s still voting Republican this November, but he’s still come a long, long way.