As I type this, my roommate is waiting for his parents to get here to take his stuff so he can move into his new apartment in his hometown. Long story short, 6 months ago he was desperately trying to get out of his mom's house (he's 32, for crying out loud), and I needed some extra income. He's been my best friend since 4th grade. I had only recently come out to him at that point and he was totally cool with it. He gave me every assurance it wouldn't disturb him or creep him out to see me occasionally being a girl around the house (the concept of coming out to the world was still a source of fear for me at the time). But he didn't listen to me right from the start and get a job when he first moved down here, so 2 months later he panicked cause he was out of money and hadn't even tried looking for work, went 70 miles back to his hometown, and begged for his old job back. It's been a mess since then but basically he can't afford the commute and he's totally irresponsible with his money, so he's moving back. He told me a month ago he was moving... but it was only last night I found out he was moving today. Since I have discovered he's a disgusting slob, and he's ALREADY strained our friendship by some of his actions (such as not paying me for nearly a month), I'm not sad to see him go. A great person to know, but not someone you'd want to live with. And I was still willing to think of him as my best friend... but now.. now I think, once I forgive him, it might just be "friend."
He has seen me grow as a person as I struggled to find my place, to find what was "right" for my life. He was there for me the night I wore a new dress for the first time, to go out to the GLBT club in Wichita (the club which at the time was the only place I could feel "safe" enough to be me), opened my back door to go to my car and found my neighbor sitting out in his driveway having beers with his friends and I froze. I slammed the door, went to my room, and cried for being so weak, for not being able to face people. He has watched me overcome the fear that had gripped me my entire life, embrace who I truly am, and reveal her to the entire world. He has witnessed some of the arguments between my mother and I, he has seem how hard it was for me, at first, to fight the urge to put all my makeup and my purse and anything else away that my mother didn't want to see when she came to visit. He has, like so many others, expressed his amazement of me for having the strength to do all this. He has seen me go from being so afraid of being myself to fighting my employer to stand behind their policy to allow me to be myself.
And early this morning (oh yeah, last night he asked me if I could set MY alarm for 7am to make sure he was up and ready by 8am, and being the good friend that I am, I did), his mom called, and he went outside to pick up the hundreds of cigarette butts outside in my back yard (which was actually very thoughtful of him). He came back in looking terrified and sheet white. He said, "Um.... I... I just found out... um... my dad is coming too." I said, "Okaaaaay. Cool." I haven't seen his dad in over 10 years. And then he finally stammers, "Is... um.. is there.. anything... anything that you... uh, see he doesn't know ANYTHING. So... is there anything you should put away before he gets here?"
I turned around without saying a word, shut myself in my room, and here I am. He seriously suggested that I put my "girly" things away. That I should hide. Hide who I am after everything I've gone through to get myself to this point. Hide who I am in my own fucking home. My home that as of today he no longer resides at. That I should pretend to be someone I'm not until his parents have come and gone.
And why should I do this? Because he respects me and is concerned about what his father may think of me? No. Because he's too chickenshit to tell his dad the truth, or even let his dad know the truth. Not out of any concern for me, but out of fear for himself. Because he doesn't want to have to answer the questions. Because he's too worried about what his dad will think of him for supporting me.
It is POSSIBLE that his mom asked him to suggest it. She knows about me too, and she doesn't support me. Which hurt because I spent a lot of time over at his house growing up and thought of her like my second mother. But if that were the case, he would have, or should have, known better. He has told me several times how he has argued with her about me, how he's been supposedly fighting a "pro-Kara" campaign against her opinions. It would seem he's lying to one of us. Probably me. After I came to my room, making NO effort to put my things away such as my purse on the dining room table or the various bits of makeup scattered on my bathroom counter (which I MAY HAVE added more to a bit ago, just for show), or the skirt draped over a chair in the dining room that's hang-dry only, he started taking all his boxes of crap and putting them out on my porch. Now all that's left in the house that belongs to him is his bed and dresser, which will minimize the amount of time his parents spend in my house.
22 years of friendship. Nice to see how much I really mean to him after everything we've been through growing up together. I'll probably at least come out of my room and say hi to his folks. I did my hair and made sure to put my heart-shaped earrings in, and my toenails are still painted... but that's about all I'm going to do. Because I want them to know I'm a fighter, that I'm proud of who I am, even if they and their son aren't. And I don't want them to see the pain in my eyes. I can't believe he could hurt me like this.
He has seen me grow as a person as I struggled to find my place, to find what was "right" for my life. He was there for me the night I wore a new dress for the first time, to go out to the GLBT club in Wichita (the club which at the time was the only place I could feel "safe" enough to be me), opened my back door to go to my car and found my neighbor sitting out in his driveway having beers with his friends and I froze. I slammed the door, went to my room, and cried for being so weak, for not being able to face people. He has watched me overcome the fear that had gripped me my entire life, embrace who I truly am, and reveal her to the entire world. He has witnessed some of the arguments between my mother and I, he has seem how hard it was for me, at first, to fight the urge to put all my makeup and my purse and anything else away that my mother didn't want to see when she came to visit. He has, like so many others, expressed his amazement of me for having the strength to do all this. He has seen me go from being so afraid of being myself to fighting my employer to stand behind their policy to allow me to be myself.
And early this morning (oh yeah, last night he asked me if I could set MY alarm for 7am to make sure he was up and ready by 8am, and being the good friend that I am, I did), his mom called, and he went outside to pick up the hundreds of cigarette butts outside in my back yard (which was actually very thoughtful of him). He came back in looking terrified and sheet white. He said, "Um.... I... I just found out... um... my dad is coming too." I said, "Okaaaaay. Cool." I haven't seen his dad in over 10 years. And then he finally stammers, "Is... um.. is there.. anything... anything that you... uh, see he doesn't know ANYTHING. So... is there anything you should put away before he gets here?"
I turned around without saying a word, shut myself in my room, and here I am. He seriously suggested that I put my "girly" things away. That I should hide. Hide who I am after everything I've gone through to get myself to this point. Hide who I am in my own fucking home. My home that as of today he no longer resides at. That I should pretend to be someone I'm not until his parents have come and gone.
And why should I do this? Because he respects me and is concerned about what his father may think of me? No. Because he's too chickenshit to tell his dad the truth, or even let his dad know the truth. Not out of any concern for me, but out of fear for himself. Because he doesn't want to have to answer the questions. Because he's too worried about what his dad will think of him for supporting me.
It is POSSIBLE that his mom asked him to suggest it. She knows about me too, and she doesn't support me. Which hurt because I spent a lot of time over at his house growing up and thought of her like my second mother. But if that were the case, he would have, or should have, known better. He has told me several times how he has argued with her about me, how he's been supposedly fighting a "pro-Kara" campaign against her opinions. It would seem he's lying to one of us. Probably me. After I came to my room, making NO effort to put my things away such as my purse on the dining room table or the various bits of makeup scattered on my bathroom counter (which I MAY HAVE added more to a bit ago, just for show), or the skirt draped over a chair in the dining room that's hang-dry only, he started taking all his boxes of crap and putting them out on my porch. Now all that's left in the house that belongs to him is his bed and dresser, which will minimize the amount of time his parents spend in my house.
22 years of friendship. Nice to see how much I really mean to him after everything we've been through growing up together. I'll probably at least come out of my room and say hi to his folks. I did my hair and made sure to put my heart-shaped earrings in, and my toenails are still painted... but that's about all I'm going to do. Because I want them to know I'm a fighter, that I'm proud of who I am, even if they and their son aren't. And I don't want them to see the pain in my eyes. I can't believe he could hurt me like this.
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