Been a while since I’ve actually written something… But I’ve always had these questions I’ve wanted to ask my mom. There was always that guilt that ate me alive whenever I looked at her. I was in the kitchen looking for something to snack on and my mom heard me and came out of her room. She warmed up some stuff and we sat down and talked for a bit. I thought, now would be the perfect time.
Me: “Hey mom… Can I ask you something?”
Mom: “Yeah, what is it?”
Me: “Are you … Okay with me still? You know, me and my… Lifestyle? I feel like sometimes you still think about it whenever you look at me.”
Mom: “Anak (child), of course.”
Me: “I just feel guilty sometimes.”
Mom: “Nooo no. Don’t feel that way, I don’t want you to ever feel that way. I love you, you’re my son. Don’t think like that.”
Me: “Okay… But mom, what happens if I get in a relationship with a guy, and it’s serious… What about dad?”
Mom: “It should be fine. I’ll talk to him when the time comes. We’ll just see.”
Me: “Okay. Sounds good I guess.”
Me: “Mom… I love you.”
And that’s when my mom started tearing. Hah… I don’t normally tell my mom that as often as I should, and she knows that, but I finally felt like the moment was right for it.
I can finally breathe.