"Ugly backstory, I was kicked out of my family a long time ago for being gay and was never invited back. I have mostly moved on with the pieces and made peace with it. I still occasionally hear from a family friend who holds out hope that the situation can be reconciled one day despite the fact it has been a decade."
"I find out from said family friend that my family, who mind you has never once tried to reach out or apologize for the way they treated me, did a big *heartwarming* toast dedicated to me at the Thanksgiving table...but here's the thing - I'm not dead! I guess rather than take accountability and assure civility going forward, they'd rather just do a mock funerary toast to wipe their hands clean of the fact I'm still alive!"
I was kicked out of my family a long time ago for being gay and was never invited back. I have mostly moved on, putting the pieces together and making peace with the situation. I still occasionally hear from a family friend who hopes that reconciliation might happen despite a decade of estrangement. My family, who has never once reached out or apologized, held a heartwarming toast dedicated to me at the Thanksgiving table. The toast felt like a mock funerary gesture that treats my existence as a problem solved rather than an injustice to acknowledge. Learning that felt hurtful, unnecessary, and dismissive of my life and boundaries.
Read at Portland Mercury
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