Have you seen this?
Karin and I talked about it the other day. She said it brought a tear to her eye.
I said, “hmmmm.”
“Didn’t do anything to you?” she asked.
It didn’t. As we know, I’m not quick to emotional reactions to things.
But I admit, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I watched it again, that day.
And again the next day. And several times since then. I don’t really know how to explain how the video affected me, but it did affect me.
On Sunday, I sent the following e-mail to my sister:
I don’t think it will come as a surprise to you to know that when I think about our family, you are the person who means the most to me (well, you and your kids.) You are the ones that I care the most about. And you are the ones that I would most hate to lose.
Because of this, I have felt for some time that if I was ever going to share what I am about to share, you would be the one I needed to tell first.
I hope that what I’m going to tell you won’t change things (though I imagine it will), but for the last two years, ever since I asked you if you and David had a guardianship decision in place for your children, I have felt like it was only right for you to know this…
In the next few days I’m going to send the following e-mail to mom. For the most part, though, I wanted to say all the same things to you… just… first. Here goes…
There is something I have wanted to tell you for a long time, but I’ve been too afraid of how you would react.
It has seemed like it’s been more important not to upset or offend you, than it has been to be honest with you. But now, somehow that seems wrong; it doesn’t seem fair to you and it is certainly not fair to me.
I want you to know that I love you very much, and it is because I love you that it has been so hard for me to tell you that I am gay.
I’m not going to drag this out. I know you don’t approve. I know you think it’s wrong and all I can say to that is that I did a lot of soul-searching, research and praying in the process of coming to terms with this for myself and I did not arrive at this conclusion easily or take it lightly. I believe that I am right with God. I do not believe that to be gay is a sin, an “abomination”, or that he will condemn me for it. While I know you strongly believe that your perspective is the right one, I strongly believe that mine is and I’ve finally reached a point where I’m ready to accept that we will disagree on that.
I know that you are disappointed. You’re hurt and you’re probably angry. I’m sorry for that. I know that this is something that you’re going to need some time to get used to. I wish this were easier for both of us. I only hope that you can still love me and show me that love, in spite of this disappointment. That will be for you to decide, though.
For the record, I still want to be your children’s designated guardian, but I realize I’ve just made it a much tougher decision…
I love you.
I sent the e-mail to my sister around 6:00 yesterday evening hoping she would e-mail a response. I put the computer down and went about doing some household chores. About 30 minutes later, she called me, but I didn’t answer the phone.
I hoped she would send a response via e-mail since I didn’t answer the phone, but she did not.
Around 10:30 last night, when it was clear I would get no response from my sister that night and before I could change my mind and wimp out, I sent the e-mail to my mother. I knew she wouldn’t see it before this morning and while I hoped she, too, would e-mail a response and not telephone me, as of now, I’ve not heard from her at all. While I realized it’s possible she simply hasn’t seen the e-mail, the much more likely answer (and what I should have anticipated to start with) is that she won’t acknowledge it for a couple of days while she “mulls over” the “correct response.”
Erin called me again this morning, first my cell phone, then my work number. She finally left a message on my work phone in which she said she wasnt’s sure she still had right numbers for me since she hadn’t reached me, that she had received my e-mail and that she wanted to “visit” with me so I should give her a call when I had time.
I sent her a text message and said, “Call me a wimp, but for the moment, I would rather have you say what you have to say in writing. I don’t regret telling you, but you can’t begin to imagine how difficult this is for me.”
Her response was, “So does that mean you are ignoring my calls?” 😎
“Some of them. Others I wasn’t around for,” I said.
To which she replied, “Wimp! OK, I’ll e-mail you as soon as I can.”
The tone of her texts suggests playfulness (trust me, this is her being playful), but her message on voice mail was less than comforting. She didn’t say anything about loving me, or not being particularly surprised, or anything remotely encouraging or supportive.
I have to believe that this is not a surprise to either of them, though maybe not what they wanted to hear. But I also know that, whether they accept it or not, this was the right thing to do. I’m pretty wrecked over the whole thing right now, but I know that once the initial storm blows over, I’ll feel much better for having done it…
Blow storm, blow!