Pregnancy

Not quite the crisis situation I imagined, but exhausting nonetheless. I spent last night making pages apon pages of notes about how I would break it, questions they would ask and what I would say.

I got up early and went to Brian's house for eggs and toast. After we did dishes, I said, "Hey ... can I talk to you before we head out?" So, I sat on the couch and he sat next to me and said, "Are you pregnant?" He totally threw me off my game ... all the notes and planning ... for naught (who the fuck says naught?). Anyway, I squeak out that I love him and that I am gay. He gives me a hug and tells me he loves me. We talk some more and he says he knew I was gay when he saw The L Word on my Netflix queue. I said, "Straight people watch the L Word." To which he said, "The only straight people that watch The L Word are the ones that want to see women having sex."

Then I took a nap.

Mom came home from the store and I helped her put away the groceries. When we were almost done, I took a seat at the breakfast bar and said, "Can I talk to you about something important?" She got way more of the spiel than Brian did about how I loved her and she deserved to know about this aspect of me ... and after much of this, I told her I was gay. She said, "I just want you to be happy." After MUCH more conversation, I found she was totally accepting and almost relieved. I think that she thinks that this direction that my life is moving will help me become a little less tightly wound. And maybe she is right.

Couldn't have asked for better support and I was so glad that I got to do it on my own terms.

Two down, three to go.