My friend, who has been in a relationship with his partner for nearly 6 years, broke up this past Monday. I was even going to invite this friend home to dinner with the family and be like, “see? Mom and dad, gay people can have long-term, happy functioning relationships.” So much for that idea… More importantly though, my heart reaches out for my friend. 6 years down the drain. Living together and share two pets. Imagine that. I just bought the book It’s Called a Breakup Because it’s Broken, but I think I might lend it to him before reading it for myself.
I am feeling angry tonight. How do people who say they love you lie to you? Cheat on you? Betray you? Give me one good, decent, gay man, so I can prove my parents wrong that I did not come out to live a life of ridicule, drugs, and other gay stereotypes. Parents win again.
