[ WP ] Write the letter that you always wanted to , but never did .

Dear Mom and Dad, 
 
 Remember when you brought me home from the hospital? 
 
 When you held me in your arms for the first time? 
 
 When I drew you pictures of cats, that you proudly displayed? 
 
 When I cried when you dropped me off at daycare for the first time? 
 
 When I would phone you in the middle of the night at sleepovers, crying and telling how much I missed you? 
 
 When we sang along to Dolly Parton on long road trips? 
 
 When we made blanket forts in the living room? 
 
 When you got me a spray bottle for the monsters under my bed, and filled it with water and some scents so I thought you helped me escape the evil creatures? 
 
 When I played at my first piano recital? Band concert? Symphony concert? 
 
 Mom and Dad, do you remember these? 
 
 Because I recall you, Dad, being in and out of jail. You throwing my favorite Disney cups against the wall in a drunken rage, shattering my heart along with them. 
 
 I recall you both telling me, `` Not to wear dresses, or play with makeup, because that makes you gay.'' 
 
 I recall you, Dad, physically beating my Mom, because you wanted the money we were going to use for food that week to spend on alcohol. 
 
 I recall you, Mom, missing my concerts, things I held so close to my hear, because you had to work, and could n't be bothered. And you, Dad, missing my concerts because you were too drunk to go. Too drunk to care. 
 
 I recall us sitting at the dinner table, you two discussing how *disgusting* being gay is. I recall you saying, `` How could anyone even begin to think that they were born gay? God would not create something that disgusting!'' I recall you both shouting, `` Faggot'' and, `` Go kill yourself'' to the TV whenever a same-sex couple appeared. I recall sitting through an unfathomable amount of rants and hatred filled conversations about how being gay is worse than murder, rape, adultery, and stealing. About how they will not inherit `` God's Kingdom'' because the very God I'm supposed to love, hates gay people. `` I hate these faggots!'' is a phrase I've heard so often it's branded onto the outer edge of my eyes as a constant reminder about how you feel about being gay. `` I love you'' is what you said. But if you had known the truth about me, the very existence of my being - then you would know that you do not love me. For you hate gay people. And Mom? Dad? 
 
 I'm gay. 
 
 Love, 
 Your Son 
 
 
 

