“I can’t stand this anymore,” I said, and it was true. Suddenly, like some faucet of outrage had been turned on, I was furious, fed up and not about to be silent anymore. “The only reason why you’re here is because I’m gay—like that somehow means I’m not fit to be a parent. It’s the same thing I’ve heard every day since Noah was born, but I’ve been a hell of a lot more of a parent to him than his own mother was.”
“We are familiar with the situation concerning Noah’s mother,” Miss Susan said.
“His deadmother,” I pointed out. “She’d be here now, but she overdosed on meth after running off with her meth-head boyfriend. But she was straight, so I guess that’sall right.”
“No, it wasn’t all right, Mr. Wiley,” Miss Susan said. “Her behavior landed her in jail and ultimately cost her her life. Her sexuality had nothing to do with it. And sexuality is not why we’re here today.”
“Like I believe that!”