I'm Not Broken

"Ryan. I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time about things. This is probably a conversation I should have approached fifteen to twenty years ago. But you know me, I'm always late with things that weigh on my heart."

"Yes. What would you like to talk about?"

"What happened to you? What made you want to be with men? Was it something that happened to you when you were younger? Was it me? I know I was a soft mother. Was it your dad, was he too distant? What was it? I need to know..."

"Oh my..."

"I know. It's a lot, but please tell me."

"Nothing happened to me. I was given more than enough love in my childhood. I was rather spoiled as I think back and remember. I was never without anything I needed. You were soft, yes, but only because you love so deeply. Dad cannot help but be distant, that's just who he is, nothing can change that. I have that quality in me, too, when emotions run too high..."

"Then what happened? Where did we go wrong? What made you want men more than women??"

"Listen. I'm not broken. I'm not, broken... There was always a part of me missing. I knew I needed a relationship with a man. And it had nothing to do with sex. I needed a connection with another man, something deep and meaningful. It's really not as complicated as you might imagine. Please don't blame yourself. I am what I am. I don't want your tolerance, I want your acceptance and love. I'm not broken, please don't treat me that way..."

"I see. I suppose I can understand that. We really should have talked about this sooner."

"I know."