back when my grandfather was dying (I would have been like 9-10), my dad used to make the 7 hour drive from Jersey up to New Hampshire every weekend to see him in the hospital. my mom made my sister and I alternate weekends so that my dad didn't have to drive by himself.
he tried broaching the subject on one of our trips, and I practically curled up into a ball of embarrassment before shutting down the entire line of the conversation.
we had like an anti-talk once when I was 16, though. the summer after I graduated high school, I was hooking up/quasi-dating one of my best friends and I was planning on coming out "officially" to my parents, but one afternoon when my dad and I went out to lunch together (I spent that summer temping as the office where he worked), he worked in a mention of something along the lines of "I'd want my children to be happy no matter what, but if they were gay, I wouldn't want to know about it."
he tried broaching the subject on one of our trips, and I practically curled up into a ball of embarrassment before shutting down the entire line of the conversation.
we had like an anti-talk once when I was 16, though. the summer after I graduated high school, I was hooking up/quasi-dating one of my best friends and I was planning on coming out "officially" to my parents, but one afternoon when my dad and I went out to lunch together (I spent that summer temping as the office where he worked), he worked in a mention of something along the lines of "I'd want my children to be happy no matter what, but if they were gay, I wouldn't want to know about it."
