JeepChick
Shared on Mon, 12/01/2008 - 11:36I cannot pretend to understand the struggles of a homosexual individual in this world. The few years I walked that side of the fence, I didn't advertise it.
My sister has struggled since her teens. She has been openly gay with our family for years. They are very accepting of her, and have always welcomed her girlfriend's at family events. There was just one sector that she had not shared that with: My father's family.
Hillbilly. Redneck. Strong, deep rooted faith and family values. You know the brand of American I am describing. My father's family hails from the same town as Eric Rudolph up in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina. They still drop N-bombs ... how could she think they would react any way but negative?
I couldn't have stopped it, or even tried to talk her through it. She went up early, took my grandmother, aunt, uncle and cousin's to dinner and laid it on them.
BAM. Oh yes, holding her girlfriend's hand right there at the table and topping it off with a kiss and a proclamation of her love.
It should have been one of those... "Oh we already knew sweetheart! We are glad you feel comfortable sharing it with us now!" or maybe "Wow! That explains a lot! But good for you." The focus should have been that my sister has found a gal she wants to spend the rest of her life with....
I arrived late Thanksgiving Eve and checked into our hotel. Oblivious to the epic dinner occurring at that moment, I was fretting over meeting my older sister that we just found out existed last year (college fling in church parking lot = 42 year old sibling), seeing my grandmother for the first time in 7 years, and meeting my cousin's children!
Over breakfast at the hotel (frenchtoast bricks and some eggy, bacony mess slapped on a burnt bagel) she fell apart as she recounted their reaction. She got the Ban Hammer. No Thanksgiving, not welcome in their homes, stay away from their children. /sigh. Like she is some sort of demonic baby snatcher! Offers of "fixing her", praying for her, and reminders that she was going to hell for her sin.
I'm at a loss. The family's way of dealing with things like this is to pretend they don't exist. Eventually everyone starts to doubt if it even occurred.... but it always comes back up... kinda like that college fling and that ranting pregnant woman that stood on my grandmother's doorstep 42 years ago.
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My long lost older sibling looks like me, well me if I never ate a thing. Sooooooo skinny, skullface skinny. But she isn't very interesting, and as much as I tried, I couldn't hold a conversation with her. :( Her kids are cute, her husband is Southern Genteeeeeeel, and ... that's about all I got to find out.
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