To the goddess + side story

I don't want her to get hurt, but the result I want is bound to hurt her. This is a way that can't be both. If possible, I would rather choose to lose both.

She asked again: "Really?"

I still thank you.

She sighed, "Don't look absent-minded, I already asked your dad to call Roy up."

I stuck out my tongue and smiled at her.

She is serious: "I'm not kidding you."

She added: "Do you know what it's like to like? Maybe you just adore her?"

I shook my head and said no, but before I continued to explain, the expression on her face was a little ugly.

I understand that at times like this, if I justify myself more, it will be a torment for her. I know that she wants to find a breakthrough in my relationship. This breakthrough will make her feel that I can still be saved, and then she can persuade It's not real about me, it's just my illusion.

But really not.

Leaving aside those crazy words about love, I squeezed the seam of my trousers and said, "Mom, I'm serious."

Her breathing began to be a little heavy, and it took a long time before she said: "You are like this, Mom is really sad.

I bit my lip and listened.

In the following time, she asked Roy and I one by one when we started, and also carefully asked why I thought I liked girls. I was actually very embarrassed about her. This embarrassment was not only because I was talking about myself with my elders. love life, but also because I don't want her to know these details.

She has a problem, she likes to accept the unacceptable things in the way nüè treats herself, and likes to think of things in the worst way, so that when the time comes, the result will be predicted, so that she won't be too sad.

This conversation took me an infinite number of brain cells, and I spent a long time deliberating every answer and every wording in my mind, but I knew it would have no effect.

My mother cried, and I cried with her. She cried silently, but wept silently. I didn't dare to do anything, I didn't dare to hug her, so I could only hold her, and let the study room go quiet like this.

After calming down a bit, she handed me a tissue, and suddenly asked me, "Is there really no other way?"

If she keeps asking like this, the flesh of my fingers will be picked off by me.

I said: "Mom, I know that you and Dad have always wanted me to be happy. You used to say that I will find a boyfriend when I grow up. You don't ask for anything else. As long as he loves me and loves me, we will support each other for the rest of our lives." , you see that your wishes are so small, you just want me to be good, I am fine with Roy now, she treats me very well. You also know her, what do you want from her current status and identity, but she still With me, she said we'll always be together."

"Mom, I won't be happy without Roy. I only want her in my life, and she's the only one."

After I finished speaking, my mother finally held back the tears and she choked up: "But she is a woman."

"What can a woman do, what can a woman do with a woman."

She kept repeating this sentence, maybe she was repeating it to me, maybe she was trying to persuade herself repeatedly, but no matter what it was, I was very sad.

I cried worse than her, and she didn't give me the paper, so I dared not take it.

We stayed in the house for more than half an hour. During this time, neither of us spoke, we just kept crying. The back of my hand was full of snot and tears, my hair was a bit messy, and I was very messy.

What broke the deadlock was my dad knocking on the door outside, and I realized that Roy was outside, wondering what she and my dad were talking about.

A few seconds later, my mother suddenly stood up, straightened her clothes and gave me a blank look. I was startled by such an unreasonable style of painting, and then I heard her say, "Go wash it, it's so dirty."

When I came out of the bathroom, the living room was peaceful. I wanted to check the progress with Roy on the sofa, but Roy never looked at me.

I sat down next to her, remembering what she told me yesterday, deliberately kept a little distance, not too close, my mother sat on the side sofa watching TV, the whole person looked very old, so I sat down on her Just sent a message.

She said, "Let's go."

Roy and I looked at each other, and after a second, my dad suddenly came into our eyes, so the three of us looked at each other a few times, and then walked to the door silently.

The ending of being driven away is what we expected, but fortunately, my mother doesn't have the explosive power as imagined, hitting me with a broom or a spatula, it's not that bad anyway.

When my father watched me leave, he only said a word to me. He said that my mother needed time to digest this matter and asked me to wait for his call.

After closing the door, I was a little puzzled. Why did my dad act like he had nothing to do with him during the whole process, as if he knew about it a long time ago. After I told Roy about this doubt, Roy smiled and told Me, a student came out to him a few years ago. At that time, he was also extreme, but later he realized that coming out was just a result of others. He told you this result not to ask you to give any advice or counseling. So he knew that everything he was about to do was futile, so he might as well accept it as soon as possible.

After hearing this, I was in a trance. I didn't expect my dad to be quite understanding. I haven't seen this through all these years. It's a bit unfilial.