“Una madre ripudia il figlio perché omosessuale. Il ragazzo cerca ospitalità dal nonno e questo scrive alla figlia:
Cara Christine: Sono molto deluso da te come figlia. Hai ragione, c’è un “disonore in famiglia”, ma non hai capito quale.
Buttare Chad fuori di casa semplicemente perché ti ha detto che era gay è
il vero “abominio”. Un genitore che disconosce il proprio figlio, ecco cos’è “contro natura”. L’unica cosa intelligente che ti ho sentito dire in tutta questa faccenda è “non ho allevato mio figlio perché fosse gay”. Certo che no.
E’ nato così e non lo ha scelto, non più di quanto si possa scegliere
di essere mancini. Tu, invece, hai scelto. Hai scelto di fare del male,
di essere chiusa di mente e retrograda. Perciò, visto che stiamo
giocando a disconoscere i figli, colgo l’occasione per dirti addio.
Ora ho un favoloso (come dicono i gay) nipote da crescere, e non ho
tempo per una figlia stronza. Quando ritroverai il tuo cuore, facci un
I’m not promoting my blog, I want to help you. You don’t have to fucking follow me, send me messages and let me help you. I want to be there for you, I don’t care if you click the follow button or not I just want you to know I’m here for you because I give more shits about you than anyone. You have no fucking idea how much I love you.
I want to be there for you, forever. I want to be there through the hard times. I want to be there through the good times. I want to hold you when you cry. I want to hold you when you smile. I want to kiss your tears away and kiss you when you smile. I want to be there to help you when you make a mistake, and I want to be there when you accomplish a goal. Nothing will change that. No matter what happens, I will always want and need to be beside you, forever.
I don’t want to think about your favorite color or about how you could always make me laugh as easily as you could breathe,
I don’t want to think about how you’re probably laying on your stupid green couch with a Playstation controller in your hand staring at the screen with a blank expression on your face,
I don’t want to think about the curve of your lips or the emptiness in your eyes,
I don’t want to think about how much you’re hurting or how badly your heart is broken,
I don’t want to think about the fact that you’re losing yourself just as I’m starting to feel relief from the ache that’s been plaguing me for months,
I don’t want to imagine the thoughts running through your head at this very moment or if I’m in them and you’re wishing you could call me and hear my voice calling you an idiot because you’ve said something so stupid that I don’t know how else to respond,
What I want is to hate you,
I want to be able to push you to the back of my mind and never give you a second thought again and to be able to see a picture of you on my timeline and not freak out because your face sparks something inside me that makes me want to break down in tears,
I want to be able to not give a damn that your hurting because this was all on you and you’re the one who shut me out when we could’ve had everything,
But fuck I can’t just stand here on the sidelines and watch as you fall apart because despite everything I still love you and I know that it’s foolish and stupid and wrong but love is love and I can’t just shut it off no matter how hard I try,
All I want is to hold you and let you cry and hell I’ll cry too because we’re two fucked up messes with the weight of the world on our shoulders but it’s a weight we could bare together if you would only let me help you,
All I want is for you to know that I’m here and I still care.