Getting to Know Me

Chapter Two

In my teen years, things weren’t so good. I don’t know how else to say it but come out and say it.

Ive struggled with my sexuality for years, which is one of the main reasons I’m writing this. I want to help people with my story.

I tried telling my mother in 2013 that I thought I was bisexual. Then again, I shouldn’t have texted it to her, I should’ve said it to her face. She was in New York with her boyfriend and I didn’t have the courage to tell her before she left.

i ended up telling her that it was a joke and I didn’t really mean it, I was just dared by a friend to tell her. Then I told one of her friends who was gay. He was incredibly supportive and I’m very happy for that, because I truly needed it, especially then.

I’ve since come to terms with the fact that I am not bisexual, I am gay, and I’ve told multiple family members. Not my mother, and I will get to that in another chapter. But the people I’ve told are supportive and very nice about it.

They are also happy that I have a girlfriend now, who is amazing and I love her a lot because she’s so sweet and always there for me when I need her.

It’s 2018, guys. Just accept it.