My throat burns, and I take another sip of water to ease my resentment. Over the last four years, they’ve never asked about anyone I’ve dated. Not once. I’d mention a boyfriend over the phone or when they’d fly out to visit, but they’d usually either ignore it or change the subject. Ever since coming out, it’s like they pretend it’s not real. Not that I actually got to come out...more like I was forced out.
