I told my parents I was living with Shane and they heard Shay. Yes, I’m a chicken shit and didn’t correct them when they assumed he was a she. Might as well come clean. “He’s not,” I drag the words out slowly. “I think I misunderstood you. Did you say he?” my mom asks. “Yes.” I work up all the fake confidence my wounded pride can muster. My mother’s brow wrinkles. “You’re living with a man?” I’m bobbing my head too quickly, giving away my guilt. “Yup, sure am. No doubt about it.”
