“Wow, that’s a heavy story.”

“I guess. Now it’s your turn. Tell me about your family.”

“I have a half sister, Kit. I told her about us and she thinks it’s great. I grew up with her. Our dad cheated on her mother with my mother. Kit has blamed my mom for taking her father away from her mother, for tearing her family apart. She has hated me for a long time, too. My dad just couldn’t stay loyal and my mom left him when I was 11. I haven’t heard from her since.
Melvin, my father, raised us. He did his best, but Kit was a true rebel. She hated him for leaving her mother. She drank too much and she has had serious issues. Kit and I come along great now, but that’s only since we’re both adults.
I always felt like I was disappointing my parents. I tried my best at school, I studied a lot to please them ever since I was little and my tests weren’t even important.
When my mom left us, it felt like I had really let her down. I blamed myself for her leaving for a very long time. My dad used to come home with another woman every week and he demanded me to call them mom. I hated it.
I told them I was gay when I was 21. My father wouldn’t acknowledge my relationship at the time. He says he’s proud of me and what I’ve become. I remember the first time he said that, when I opened my gallery. It made me feel so good, finally to get that acknowledgement from my father, something I had always longed for. He just can’t deal with my so-called lifestyle. He never talks about it himself. When I bring it up, he will tell me what he thinks, but he won’t bring it up himself.”

“I’m sorry. I know what you mean. So… who was your first girlfriend?”

“Leonora. Such an ass, really. She was blonde, had hazel eyes and always made me do things for her. I totally believed her when she told me she loved me. I did everything for her. She actually abused me, really. To make her homework, so she could hang out. I didn’t know that she was fucking Eric while I was making her maths homework.
I caught her with that same Eric. It hurt me so badly, I really loved her. I didn’t want to break up, but she did. It was so ironic, she had done wrong and I felt guilty.”