On my 6th birthday, my father introduced his girlfriend to me and my brother. She was a lovely lady by the name of Susan and if I could describe her with one word it would be carefree. She had sky-blue eyes and beautiful bright red hair. She didn't care what we did and loved us unconditionally probably because she couldn't have kids herself, something she always said was
"I might not be your real mom but I hope I can take her place even just a little, and you can always talk to me about anything".
Those words stuck with me and that's probably why I told her before my dad. When I was 12, a childhood friend and I started dating, but I kept it hidden from my parents. My brother who at the time was 18 was the first person I told mainly because he's the one who pushed me to ask her out. Her name was Rika she had grey eyes which were accentuated by her glasses and deep blue hair with lighter highlights near the tips, her natural hair color was black which could be seen at the roots. Rika and my biological mom were close friends since high school which made seeing Rika easier since her mom was like my aunt. On my 15th birthday, I was talking to Susan and accidentally let it slip that I and Rika were in a relationship. The only reason I said something was because after William went to college me and Susan got close and he just so happened to not be able to make it to the party. Luckily she was happy for us and didn't get mad at me for hiding it until I told her how long we had been together, but then she asked a question that made me start to cry. She had asked
"Why didn't you tell us sooner, I'm sure your dad would also be happy ".
I responded immediately so I could end the conversation as fast as possible.
"Oh umm.... my dad is a little too traditional so he'd kill me if he found out"
She had noticed that I was about to cry so she changed the subject.
"Oh... So uhh do you enjoy your relationship is she treating you well?"
Ever since I was young my father didn't really care for me like he did my brother I don't know why, whether it be because I was a girl and didn't really know how to deal with me or if it was because he was still bitter about losing his wife for me but he did tell me one thing that same-sex relationships were wrong and that he would cut all ties with me if he found out I was in one. He ingrained that into my head and it wasn't completely because he was homophobic but because he was raised by extremely strict and traditional parents who smack you with a paddle or make you stand in a corner or took dinner privileges kind of traditional, my grandparents were 40 when they had him so let just say they were too old to change their beliefs. My dad wasn't as bad as they were but he was still strict and that was the only thing he made sure we knew.
(I hope you enjoy this chapter I kinda spent half the day on it and it ended up being too long so I cut it in half to make two chapters, the main reason I'm saying this is because these chapters might touch some sore areas so be warned and let me know if you enjoyed it or if I need to fix something)