I came out to my grandma today.
She was really good about it.
I was worried with her being part of a different generation, that sh'e flip or something.
But she didn't.
She was really nice and supportive.
While I was on the phone with her, my grandpa was downstairs, so he wasn't really in on it.
We talked about how he might take it, because sometimes he has outbursts before he thinks.
And after a bit of deliberation, we decided it would be better if she talked to him first, since she did't want him to yell at me.
I kind of didn't want that, but I also can't talk my grandmother out of anything.
I guess it's good that she wants to protect me from getting yelled at.
She was like "honey, it's just that your grandfather doesn't always think things through before he speaks, and I don't want him to hurt your feelings".
So, after a bit of "hmmmm, I don't know" I finally gave her permission to tell him for me.
She said she'd call me and let me know how it went.