By Haley Henderson
I came out three years ago. I told my mother over dinner that I was bisexual. My heart raced, and I blurted the sentence out before I could talk myself into changing my mind. She didn’t acknowledge it.
I came out again about 18 months ago. I told my mother in an airport that I was a lesbian. My hands were shaking as I realized I was going to have to tell her that there was no chance of me being “normal.”
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