I've had an exhausting day today. I made the decision to tell my mother the truth about Jocelyn and I. From October until today she thought I was dating a man named Josh. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done.
I had to do it over the phone because she lives 300 miles away and I don't have a car (at least, not one that will get me that far!) This method was kind of good and bad because the phone is a little impersonal but at the same time at least I wasn't stuck in the same house with her.
She reacted....um...not great about it, but she didn't disown me either. She is just convinced that when it's all said and done that Jocelyn will leave me for a man and that this is yet another relationship in which I put all my time and energy into it, neglect my own needs and end up with nothing but wasted time. She said that "Josh" was selfish for placing that burden on me and that if "he" really loved me that "he" wouldn't drag me down this path along with "him".
I'm sure you know that I totally disagreed with her.
In the course of the conversation, I ended up having to explain to her that I am bisexual. She reacted even worse to that. She claimed that such a thing really doesn't exist and it's just that I'm confused and don't know what I want and that I didn't have sleep with everyone that wanted to sleep with me. (Which is something I have never done, that would be gross!) She basically said it would've been better had I simply been a lesbian. She said that I need counseling to sort out who I am, because I clearly don't know who I am if that's how I'm going to behave.
Then she went on and on about how I could've done anything I wanted with my life. That I didn't need to be with anyone to be complete (I never said that my relationship made me complete, that's her interpretation) that if I needed to help people so badly that I should join the Peace Corps and not let myself be taken advantage of by "Josh". But she says that she wants me to be happy. I told her I was happy, but she said that I didn't know myself well enough to know when I was really happy.
We had it out. Rather unpleasantly. I don't know where to go from here.