My mom and I were never close growing up. I grew up in a very religious Catholic family and homosexuality wasn’t even something anyone talked about or had the words for. Looking back, my friends now say, “Oh, we knew you were gay,” because my first crush was on a girl and my first kiss was with a girl, but at the time, no one talked about it.
Mom worked a lot, so I was given a lot of the responsibility of taking caring of everyone and that definitely made our relationship difficult. Our relationship intensified even more in high school when I decided to date my first high school boyfriend because my mom was really against it. I’m not sure why, but I think she just didn’t want to see me dating anyone.
When I was 18 years old, my mom kicked me out of the house. I’d met a man who’d asked me to marry him and my mom had just gone through this awful divorce and she was frustrated that I was getting close to someone right after her marriage had ended, so it was easier for her to kick me out of the house than to see [him and me] getting close to each other.
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This article originally appeared on Cosmopolitan.com.
