Bridget's Journal, Week 18 - February
January 31st Happy Almost February, Diary! And what a happy almost month it is, indeed. My parents may have cried when I told them about me—may have demanded to know what “caused” me to be this way and whether there’s anything they can do to “change my mind”—but they didn’t disown me, and they didn’t send me off to some weird, conversion therapy camp, so I still consider it a success. (Also, in hindsight, it was probably wise of me to wait til my 18th birthday to tell them, just in case they did try the conversion therapy thing.) Anyway, I told my parents I’d give them the weekend to digest the news without me, borrowed their minivan, and took the gang to NYC. The entire trip was fun, but going to that party with Taylor? Dancing with her, even kissing her, on the dance floor, without
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