Dear Mom and Dad,
Honestly, my heart is breaking as I am writing this to you. It's not breaking because I finally decided to come out, and it's not breaking because you might disapprove, it's breaking because you will never read this. I don't really know where to begin or how I should even begin, but I wanted to tell you that I am Bisexual. Yes, your perfect little daughter is not as perfect as you'd like to think she is. I am struggling every single day to somehow find a way of telling you that I love girls. Now, I know we are a Christian family even though we do not go to church and that God truly hates me and that I will go to hell, but I think what hurts the most in this process is not being able to talk to you.
It's so hard to fall for a woman and not be able to bring her home or show her that my family is accepting. It's so hard to not call you guys and tell you about a girl I find attractive or am interested in. I've been battling this fear of not acceptance from my own family. I am so afraid that if you ever find out that I like women just as much as I like men maybe even more I will ruin your perfect image of your daughter. I never taught I would even get the courage to publically write a letter about my sexuality. But if you ever do read this I want you to know that it is not your fault. There is nothing you could have done differently to raise me or teach me. I am proud to be part of our family, but I am just more afraid that you will not be proud of me once you find out that I like girls.
Mom, this part is just for you. I want you to know that you are a great mother, your loving ways have taught me to be honest and loving. I want you to know that your love has taught me to love others, which includes women as well. I want you to know that it's not a choice I can't switch it on and off whenever I want to. I want you to know that I hold women to the same standard you taught me to hold men to. I want you to accept the woman I bring into our house just as much as you'd respect and accept the man I would bring into our house. I want you to not look at her as if though she is a foreign object in our house, I want you to show her the same respect you showed every other a**hole I have brought home.
Dad, this part is just for you. I know you are very protective of me. You make sure there are shoes on my feet, books in front of my face and food in my stomach. Dad, I want you to know that interrogating either sex is not OK –– you scare them away! I want you to know that I will always pick a woman for me that will respect and care about me just as much as I respect and care for her. I want you to know that you have taught me to look for the best in people, you also have taught me to care for people, you also showed me how to be independent and strong. These lessons will last with me for the rest of my life.
I want you both to know that I love you both very deeply and you are the world to me. I hope that this doesn't change how you view me. I hope that you can still love me and that someday I won't have to have a mask on for you. But until that day.
With love,
Your Daughter
