1993.
After cutting ties with Lucinda, Aaron and I eventually moved into our own place together.
I met his family…
They treated me with so much kindness and love unlike anything I’ve received from my real family.
Me and Aaron got closer…and eventually…
I married him.
We had a wonderful honeymoon and eventually consummated our love.
1994.
Time began to blur. The true happiness I felt was overwhelming.
Naturally, I became pregnant with our first child.
I named him Blake.
Blake Ezerton.
I had fully started over. I was living a picture-esque life. My son and husband were happy, I was happy. We were a happy family.
2009.
As Blake grew into a teenager, I noticed a change in him. He seemed closed off, like he was hiding something.
A part of me felt horrible that he felt like he needed to hide something from me. From us, his parents.
Everything told me to snoop around. To search his room, look through his phone. I wanted to know what was going on with my baby... But that would make him hide it more.
But at some point I figured that whatever he was hiding from us, it would reveal itself eventually.
As the year transitioned into fall, I noticed Blake hanging particularly close to one of his friends. He was a tall boy named Nate.
He was a nice boy, always respectful and kind.
Blake wouldnt stop talking about him, like he was the best friend in the world.
I was so dumb to not realize what was actually going on.
One night, Blake returned to the house after hanging out with Nate. Luckily, me and Aaron's room had a window directly above the front door, so I was watching the two of them talking.
They seemed very invested in each other, never breaking eye contact.
They were laughing, giggling, their childlike joy still present.
Then....
Nate gently stroked Blake's cheek as he kissed him on the lips.
My hand immediately flew over my mouth. My son was gay. I held back tears of joy, because my son was in love. I was also very satisfied, because I realized this is what he was hiding from us. This was MINOR compared to all the horrible things I thought of.
I told Aaron, and as much as he wanted to shower his son with love and tell him he accepted him, I figured it was best to wait until he was ready to tell us and move on from there.
So that's exactly what we did.
After the kiss, Blake and Nate's behavior became more obvious and open. Like... he was testing the waters to see our reaction. As cute as it was to see my baby boy in love, we acted like it wasnt ground breaking, or extraordinary.
There's my son. Cuddled up next to his "best friend". Nothing new.
And after about a week into October, everything came to a head.
I made Blake menudo, his favorite.
As me and my husband ate, Blake just picked at it.
"Blake? Mi amor, are you okay? You havent touched your stew." I said, softly.
"C-can I tell you guys something?" Blake said, his voice soft and shrunken. "Absolutamente, Blake. You can tell us anything." I said, glancing over at Aaron. This is it.
"I-I'm gay. And.... Nate.... is my b-boyfriend." My son said.
The air in the room seemed heavy, and the silence after his coming out was ear shattering.
Aaron gently got up from his seat, and walked over to Blake, immediately surrounding him in a hug.
Blake dropped his fork, and immediately started tearing up as he hugged him back. I got up and joined the two of them, surrounding Blake in love.
After being rejected and thrown away by my own family, I'd never want ANY child of mine to feel as if they don't belong.
We both told him that we would love him no matter what.
And the night continued, our family love even stronger.
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