| Son: |
mom... i'm gay
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| Me: |
what was that?
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| Son: |
i'm... gay
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| Me: |
HA! KNEW IT!
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| Son: |
wh...what?
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| Husband: |
what's going on?
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| Me: |
OUR SON'S GAY!
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| Husband: |
oh god.
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| Son: |
wait, is that okay?
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| Susband: |
no, i mean yes, it's definitely okay, just, er... your mother...
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| Me: |
ARE YOU DATING ANYONE?
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| Son: |
i—
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| Me: |
YOU CAN DATE WHOMEVER YOU WANT
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| Son: |
that's great mom bu—
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| Me: |
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
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| Husband: |
your mother has this thing about ga—
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| Me: |
I'M GOING TO BAKE YOU A CAKE
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| Son: |
mom that really isn—
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| Me: |
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SEKAIICHI HATSUKOI?! HAVE I EVER SHOWN IT TO YOU?
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| Husband: |
shit
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| Me: |
WHAT ABOUT JUNJOU ROMANTICA?
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| Son: |
dad, what's going o—
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| Me: |
WE ARE GOING TO STAY UP LATE AND TALK ABOUT BOYS
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| Husband: |
walk away slowly son i'll try to handle your moth—
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| Me: |
YOU CAN HAVE AS MANY SLEEPOVERS AS YOU WANT WITH BOYS AS LONG AS IF THEY'RE CUTE
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| Son: |
i'm scared
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| Husband: |
it's okay. i was worried that this was going to happen
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| Me: |
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG!! |
