It was the late 1970s and many of my parenet’s generation including my Mom were not very receptive. I didn’t actually come out and broadcast the news, I simply moved out of the college dorm where I was living and moved in with my boyfriend. For appearance sake (and because it was already paid for) I kept my dorm room the rest of the semester. When it finally came to light, my poor Dad was sent to confront me and my boyfriend who later became my husband.
Dad came knocking at my door and when I opened it, there wasn’t a whole lot I could say. I just invited him in since I didn’t have a class that morning and we had coffee and talked about anything else but…..
Awhile later, he got up and decided it was time to go and his last words to me that day were “I want you to call your mother. You have to explain yourself to her. If you think calling her is tough, think about what it is like living with her right now.”
I always felt bad about putting my dad into that spot. It took another couple days before I actually called her. It didn’t matter that we had already been living together for nearly a year.