I picked up my mom from the airport and we went to lunch, then fabric shopping for my bar. Afterwards we went home and christened the bar. I had her favorite wine waiting and my beer. We retired to the lounge area and made small talk for a bit. I slowed things down and told her I had something I need to talk with her about. Her face went ashen. She wanted to know if we as in our interpersonal relationship was okay. I said yes, then laid it out pretty much how it is in my letter. I was crying almost immediately. She was also, and was immediately accepting and supportive. She even took responsibility for me being trans saying its biological. I won't let her do that, even with the studies being done. We hugged a lot and cried. She said she's mad at me for not coming out sooner. I couldn't, there's no way I could until now. All this talk was a good four hours. I gave her my letter even though we pretty much covered everything. So at 9:30 we go to bed. Then at 10, she surprises me in my room, saying she read my letter, and wanted to give me a hug again. I feel like a cherished little child. This is what acceptance feels like.
Saturday we have dinner with my dad. I hope he becomes as accepting. He is writing me so that is good. Time will tell.
So now I'm out to both parents and my sister, that's my whole immediate family. I feel a lot happier now too.
Bari Jo
