Hey. So we've been through a lot lately. And I think its made us closer. I hope it has. When I first moved in with you, we really didn't know much about each other. But now we do, and its great. To be honest, I know your faults and I can see some of them in me. But hey, its hard to be as perfect as us, isn't it?
Do you remember when T was going through one of her "amazing boyfriends" and you told me that I could talk to you about that stuff and not be afaid to because you're a guy and stuff like that doesn't change over the years. Well I want to talk to you about stuff like that. And its not you thats keeping me from doing it, its me.
When T first told everyone she was pregnant, we expected it. We didn't know when it was going to happen but we all knew that it was going to. Its not fun admitting that your sisters a whore. But we've had this discussion before, its old news. So what I'm about to tell you, you might already know. Dad, I'm gay. I've known for a long time. But this summer was really only when I started to accept myself. I'm telling you this because I don't want to have to hide the person I date from you, I've seen how much that hurts you when T hides her boyfriends. I want you to be proud of me, like you were before you read this letter. But more importantly, I want to be proud of myself. And I don't think you can be proud of who you are if you hide the real you.
Theres so much more we need to talk about, that I want to tell you. But you deserve to hear it. Not read it.
I Love You