Sarah and Josh, her husband of almost one year came over again last night and it was great to see her, it’s been since her wedding because they spent the Christmas holidays with his family in Ohio.  She’s changed a lot, more self assured and confident in whom she is.  I still can’t believe that she’s my bossy and obnoxious older sister, she so different now.

But then there’s Beka, I have discovered that she is developing into this wonderful young woman, every other time I have been home she has always seemed to be just a kid and now, not a kid anymore.  She has really grown up.  She used to be into math and science and she still is good at them but she has diversified herself and has begun playing softball for school and has started painting.  I smiled when she told me and then smiled bigger when she showed me her paintings.  My gallery owning girlfriend would really find it great that someone in my family has a love of art.

Dear Diary,

That went horrifically horrible.  I expected some bad feeling about my being gay but nothing like what happened.  After lunch I sat my parents down and Sarah, who had happened to come over, and told them for the last four months I have been with this amazing person and am 100% in love.  They were all extremely happy for me and asked when they were going to meet him.  I swallowed and told them that it might be possible for Thanksgiving time for us to come back east but I didn’t know how long Bette would be able to close her gallery down for.

I saw confusion at first on their faces and then I heard my mom ask me to repeat the name.  So I did, Bette.  A fury of rage went across my father’s face, my mom started to cry and Sarah just sat there.  I quickly started to explain that I met her at her gallery opening and fell in love with her then and there and have spent the last four months with her, learning everything about her; loving everything about her.  Well my continued ramblings went over like a snowball in hell and then my father loudly interrupted me and yelled for me to get my things, leave and not to come back until I have “stopped disgracing the family”.