I know you’ll never accept me, and that’s why I haven’t told you. But keeping this a secret is tiring. I just want you to accept whoever I love. I think the worst part is you’d really like her. She’s a mechanic. And she treats me right.

Do you hate lesbians to the point where you preferred my abusive ex? The one who controlled me for two years and sexually assaulted me multiple times.

Every single time you make a homophobic comment, without knowing I’m gay, it breaks my fucking soul.

Even if I did get the courage to tell you, what would be the point? You’re so ill. What if I tell you, and then you die? I don’t want you to die hating your only daughter. Because despite how you’d see me if you knew I was a lesbian, you’ll always be my dad. You’ll always be the person who raised me and I’ll always love you.