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Just before I'm off to bed, I sit down and tell her: "Mom, I have something to say, and I think I've been so stressed lately because I haven't said it. I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual." She nods a bit, then just goes: "Well, I'm not going to have to fight you for Frank, am I?"
At the time, I'm absolutely mortified at the sudden levity of what had always been portrayed as this intensely serious situation. But she laughs, gives me a hug, and says, "Ry, what did you expect? I've always said I'll love you however you are."
Because, yeah, that's true. When I was growing up, she once recounted a story from when I was still just a baby. She was meeting up with some other parents to kibitz with other parents, more for their own ability to vent than any socialization among the infants.
One of the moms asked her, "What would you do if he turns out to be [hushed voice] gay, or transgender?" According to her, she just scoffed and went, "I'll love him just the same! He's my kid!"
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