My father is not a very emotionally expressive man. Maybe it was the way he was raised. I don’t know. When I decided to come out to my family, he was the last person I thought would accept me. My family is very conservative.
I was shivering and crying. I expected to be thrown out of the house. Unexpectedly, it became the day that he said he loved me for the very first time.
He told me it was okay to be who I am.
I always assumed that he didn’t love me. I assumed that he would hate me. I was wrong.
This post made me smile because I appreciate how far we have come as a generation.