Then, why?” she asks suddenly, almost desperately. My mouth hangs open as I continue shaking my head. “Why? Wh-What do you mean ‘why’? Why are you attracted to men, Mom? Why were you attracted to Dad and not some girl?” I run a hand through my hair, frustrated that I have to explain this to someone else when I barely understand it myself. “I don’t know why. I didn’t have a choice, I didn’t want this, it just…is.”
