you gather every last ounce of your courage, and you take a deep breath. you can do this. you can tell your father.
it takes a lot of effort, but you say the words.
“i…i have something to tell you. i hope you’ll still love me. i’m…i’m gay.”
your heart drops, and your pulse quickens. there’s a pause. you could cut the tension in the room with a knife.
“hi gay im dad”