Yesterday was the day. I did it.
It all started out so well. Likes and supportive comments rolled in, and I was feeling very warm and fuzzy.
And then I got a text from my mom: "I have to ask because I don't truly understand what is happening here. Does this mean my boy is dead?"
And my heart sank.
When SK and I told my parents on Wednesday night, they seems so casual and chill that I was actually taken aback by it. Turns out, they were just both in shock, and I found out my mom had gone to bed crying that night, and basically hasn't stopped since.
Luckily, knowing it would likely be an emotional day, I took the day off work, so I was able to call her.
I spent four hours on the phone with her and my dad, doing my best to make heads or tails of the situation for them. I honestly don't know if I helped at all.
They repeatedly told me they loved me no matter what, but they were also very confused and emotional, but couldn't put names to their emotions. At one point, mom said "It feels like a death in the family."
I don't know how I managed to go through this entire phone call without balling my eyes out. Listening to your mother cry for four hours nearly non-stop and knowing it's your fault is... I don't know, but it's a lot.
Aside from that, though, the day went amazingly. Over 200 positive reactions and over 100 supportive comments on my Facebook post, and my blog post has been read over 1700 times already.
There was a huge outpouring of love and encouragement from friends, acquaintances, and extended family who are here for both me and my parents as we navigate this new development together.
It was a long, emotional day, but ultimately a good one.
I've got a long road ahead of me, but this was a decent start. Thanks to everyone on these boards for their help, both direct and indirect. I really don't think I would have been to handle all this without somewhere to escape to for perspective. It means the world to have you all here.