Oh yeah, just what I needed. Grandma came to visit, and thought it would be appropriate to share with me, after asking if I was dating anyone (”yeah, but no one special”), that she had previously asked my Mom if I was a “homo” and just afraid to admit it. Grandma married her high school sweetheart, cheerleader and captain of the football team, and are together to this day.
For the rest of the night I felt required to pepper my comments with, “This guy I dated used to say…” just to reiterate the fact. Why did I feel so defensive?
I don’t know what bothers me more- her searching for reasons to explain how I could possibly be creaping towards 30 unmarried, or assumption that if I were gay that I wouldn’t be in a stable relationship.
Can’t wait until I’m old enough to be wildly innappropriate and get away with it.
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