The big trip is next month. I've been invited to a wedding by the rich side of the family. I'm flying out to my aunt's house in California. We'll stay there for about a week, then fly to London. I love to travel, so this is a dream for me.
There's just a few problems. None of the people going know that I'm gay. It will be me, my grandpa, my aunt, my uncle, and my two cousins. And, with the exception of my grandpa, they're all very religious. Very Catholic.
So I guess the smart thing for me to do would throw my hands up in defeat and crawl back into the closet. But that goes against my nature. Ever since being outed by my dear Sari's parents, I've decided to be completely open about who I am. The only reason this half of the family doesn't know is because I haven't seen them for years. But I guess they'll know soon enough.
Another thing that bothers me is that this was supposed to be our trip. Sari's step-father is a major history buff. And he promised to send us to Europe as a graduation present. Of course, this was before they split us apart. And it just pains me to think that I'll have to see it all alone. And that I won't even be able to call her to ease my mind.
Sorry for all this whining. I've just been feeling sort of down lately, and this is the only place I can vent without my friends avoiding me for a week.