I am typically very close with my feelings and what is going on in my life. H knows this. He probably expects this, especially after all of this time. If he thinks about what I am doing at all, telling my family is not one of them. I mean, he still hasn’t told his mom, so why would I tell my parents?
I still feel better having told the family. When the weekends came up and I did not want to go anywhere, I always felt weird when I stayed home and family did stuff. I preferred to not be around, because I didn’t want to make an excuse of why H was not there.
It definitely is a closer step to acceptance, and I truly did not realize that I had not accepted what has been happening over two years.
