“It’s okay. We still love you,”…
…my mother said as she walked up to where I meekly stood, my stepfather following behind.
Somehow, they found out about my gender identity and sexual orientation.
They discovered my secret.
They unearthed what I tried to hide in an act of fear and self-preservation.
They saw what I desperately wanted to show them.
“Those things aren’t what’s important. You’re part of our family, and we will always be here to support you.”
I sat up in bed feeling absolutely wonderful. I threw off the covers and bounded off the mattress, into the joyous day. I put on my favorite clothes, unashamed of the “unusual” style. Then I bounced out of my room and into the bathroom. Everything was fucking sunshine and rainbows.
My parents love me. They still love me.
They don’t hate me.
Midway through scrubbing my teeth with pasty mint goo, my brain must have fully woken from its slumber, because logical circuits were re-etching the scars of reality into my being, making sure I didn’t forget my time and place.
“You just woke up, dumbass. Where did your parents go, huh?”
… oh..
“Yeah. That’s right. They’re not here. They never were here. You never had a conversation. You were too busy drooling on your pillow.”
It was a dream.
The comforting words I heard were nothing more than the same fantasy that plays through my head every day.
It never happened. It never will happen.
Cheerful mood successfully assassinated, I rinsed and skulked back to my room.
Sometimes I wish dreams were reality.
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bowtiesandfairytales said:
Your dream sounds amazing. I’m so sorry your mind played a trick on you. I really wish that had been reality
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adistinguishedvillain said:
This broke my heart when I read it.
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pk-mind said:
I think your wonderful dream foreshadowed what is to come. <3
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