By Tazmania Hayward
Should I tell them?
I sit back in my chair, looking at both Mom and Dad as they sit there, staring at me wearing those fancy business suits. My birthday is tomorrow, and to me it feels as if they couldn’t have picked a better time to drop a divorce onto my lap. I hate them, ‘cause I think that they think that this is a fucking game, and that I’m just a piece in that game.
I look to Dad, then to Mom, smiling really bright and cheery like they do when their so-called friends come over.
“Guys…I’m Bi.”
I’m so proud of you!
Awesome