There was never any fight at all, actually. How could there be, when I loved Nicky so much?
After Nicky stormed out, I’d called Mum, that very minute, and told her everything. “I’m gay,” I spluttered. “And I’m living with Nicky, not just house-sharing. As in living with him. We’re boyfriends. Lovers.” Thank God this was on the phone, because I was beetroot red at saying that word to my mum. But I was on a mission to expose myself to everything, to everyone.
“Okay,” she said calmly. “Are you still coming around for supper?”
“Mum, did you hear…? Don’t you have questions?”
She sighed: I heard it very clearly over the line, even though there was laughter in the background, and the sound of my family’s front door bell. “Will someone get that?” Mum called, her voice momentarily pitched away
