You're My Home

by Katie Moore

You are who you are, and I love the person you are. If you’re gay, you’ve been gay this whole time, and I loved you then, so I’ll love you now.”

Religion is pissing me off.

“He’s right. You walked into our lives, and we knew you were ours even then.”

“He’s gone, baby. I promise you’re safe now. Come back to me… I promise I’ll be right here with you.” Baby. He’s never called me baby before.

I had to watch him cry his heart out all over again. And who picked up the pieces? I did. I’m so sick of watching him wait for you to fall in love with him and never giving himself a chance to love someone else. Sick of it.”

He’s telling me that he loves me with his tenderness, and I’m telling him I love him with my soul.

“What the fuck, Brady! Why would you do that to him? He deserved to have his first time to be with someone who wants a relationship with him.” “I want a relationship with him!” I shout, getting off the bed to pace in front of him. “He’s mine! He’s always been mine!”

“He told me that I’m his home,” I whisper, staring out into the darkness and praying he’s okay. “He told me once when you were gone that he was homesick. He was homesick for you.”

“Mom, Dad, I’m gay.” Mom smiles and Dad says, “We know, Son. Glad you finally figured that out.”

“You are the only one that I’ll ever want to call home.”