No matter how I felt, bad….. depressed….. my cousin wouldn’t leave me alone, ever. It wasn’t her thing. Not just because she dealt with this stuff everyday, but it was more along the lines of she considered me a sister. She just knew how to approach me and how to get me to tell her what was going on because of her profession. She stepped towards me and grabbed my hands.

"My dear Spencer, don’t deny me what I want….. I’ll tickle you to death if you try." She shakes her head and widens her eyes in threat and it makes me laugh.

I sit on my bed and just watch her for a moment. I’m glad she’s here, there’s so much I have to tell her, and so much she’s missed since I moved. It’s refreshing to have her here, especially with what has happened with me and…… I don’t even want to think of her name or her……. it hurts.

"I have to tell you something about me, something I didn’t know before."

"You’re gay….. so what?" my mouth now drops….. yuppers that’s a surprise.

"How in the-"

"Don’t curse, and I’ve know for a long time. I was just waiting for you to find out."

"How’d you know?"

"Whenever you were with your boyfriends you always seemed detached. It was like you felt something, but not enough to comitt to them."

"Huh……. so that’s what you’d call it?"

"Not call it, describe it." she says with her all too knowing tone of voice. I believe she knows too much about me sometimes, but others it helps.

"Well, okay, since that’s out of the way I guess on to what the real problem is." I wait for her to show some sort of emotion but she’s in listener mode, which means she just stares at you blankly. "Alright, well, my girlfriend….. or ex now…… cheated on me."

"Wow, that sucks. Why’d she do it?"

"I dunno, I didn’t ask. I just got pissed and pushed her away literally……… and then broke up with her left."

"That explains the wet clothes." she points to my clothes that are dripping on my floor.