Oh ya, my Mom is gay too. 11/12/2011
I think it was about a year after I found out my Dad was gay that my Mom moved to Austin. She had just gotten out of a relationship and I suppose she felt the need to flee.
I was resentful about it at the time, but I can see now that she felt it was the best thing she could possibly do for herself.
My sister and I continued to visit her just about every other weekend while she lived there.
There was one weekend when we went jet skiing with one of my Mom's new friends she had met at work.
She was lovely, gorgeous, fun - they were her jet skis after all.
I remember noticing that day how my Mom interacted with her friend. It stood out to me. It was flirtatious. It was how I acted when I liked someone at school.
That was when my suspicion started.
I don't remember how much time had past to when I was back at home with my Dad. Back then, I had my own phone line with a cordless phone and my Dad had his.
Sometimes the lines interfered and you could hear the conversations of one phone on the other. It was unpredictable and completely random.
At one point, I accidentally over heard a very small snippet of a conversation between my Dad and Mom.
After that, I knew my assumptions were correct. My Mom was dating this woman we had met a few weeks prior.
When my Mom found out that I had over heard their phone call she got very defensive.
I suppose it didn't occur to her at the time that the interference was an accident.
I can see now that her defensiveness was in the fear of what I would think of her. (Especially after my reaction to my Father's coming out.)
But I don't remember being that surprised really. After all, if I can accept one parent being gay, why not the other?
One day, a very long while after all of this happened, probably even 2 or so years after. My Mom had moved back to the DFW area and we were taking a trip to Austin together to visit her now X-girlfriend (the lady we went jet skiing with) and her son.
Mind you, between the interfering phone call and this trip there was never any talk between the two of us about her alleged lesbianism.
I worked up the courage to ask my Mom if she was, in fact, gay.
I remember her response being something along the lines of what she does in her personal life is her business and if she wanted me to know she would tell me.
It was clear she was still scared of what I would think, of what others would think - of actually coming out and claiming her lesbianism.
Looking back now, I can't blame her. I can't imagine what it must be like to rise against "the norm" when there was already so much about herself she didn't understand.
I remember being frustrated. I felt like she didn't trust me enough to tell me and above all else, she was so eager to share the truth about my Dad with me, when he might of not been ready to so.
It just didn't seem fair.
To be continued....
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