Chapter 33

Anything could happen. It was beyond my control.

So take the control back.

I could practically hear Fisher say it. He would never tell me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with, but he would applaud any action I took beyond my comfort zone.

What if I told her everything? It wouldn’t matter what she saw in my face then.

I sank to the edge of my bed, my shirt dangling from my hand. Coming out to her was a huge step. I wasn’t prepared for it. I didn’t want to risk getting kicked out or locked out of my parents’ lives. I needed them.

For what?

Not food and shelter. I made enough to support myself. Emotional support? They couldn’t give that completely, either, because I didn’t confide in them about my problems.

Acceptance.

I needed Mom and Dad to accept me. They were all I had.