Hope's Coming Out Story

It was the Spring of '92. I was in high school and only sixteen. My girlfriend was out of town for the weekend. Her mother went through her things while she was gone and found a very provactive and descriptive letter written by none other than yours truly. Her mother called my house and told me that if I didn't tell my parents, that she would call and read the letter word for word to my parents. My parents came home a couple hours later, and I told my mother that my "best friend and I are more than friends." She hastily told me that she wondered when I was going to tell her. Then, I had to face my dad. My dad and I were close, although we didn't see eye to eye on some matters. And this matter, we definitely didn't see eye to eye on. So, as I talked to my father, he saw red. The phone rang. It was her mother, determined to read the letter ver batim to my parents. And, that she did. I went to my room as my parents sat and listened to my innermost sexual desires read to them by this heartless woman. Her motive was clear: to make sure my parents know what was going on so that they might split us up. Many awkward and hard situations arose from that day, but in my heart I know that if it had not happened as it did, I might have never had the nerve to tell my parents, or anyone else for that matter, that I am gay. It was a humiliating experience, and a very uncomfortable situation for all parties involved, but it served it's purpose... i suppose. And I really don't wish that on anyone.