I was never really sure, but I think one of the main reasons that my Mom and my Aunt Rhonda never really got along was the fact that my aunt was gay. She never said anything outright, but I knew enough about my mother to know that she just didn’t really like anyone who was different than her. Add into the fact that she never really called Sally my Aunt Rhonda’s wife—things more along the lines of “partner”, “special friend”, and “roommate”— while bashing their home life at every opportunity, and it became pretty clear early on that I could add “homophobe” on the list of things that I didn’t like about my mother.
Despite that, they were always super cool with me and the rest of my family. My aunts always gave the best gifts at Christmas time, sent us care packages from time to time, and (let’s be honest) were letting me live with them because my Mom was such a bitch. I think because they could never really have kids of their own, my aunts sort of looked at me, my sister, and all my cousins like their own kids—except they only saw them once a year sometimes and didn’t have to deal with them when they were bad. Which probably explains why Aunt Sally was so cool with me moving in with them and imposing my immensity on both of them, and the fact that I probably hadn’t seen either one since I was shipped off to Buttercombe Academy.
As I understood it, my aunts had met on the internet when I was little. They dated for a while before taking the plunge, where my Aunt Rhonda moved down south and my Aunt Sally became my Aunt Sally. While my Aunt Sally worked a white collar job at some vehicle manufactoring company, my Aunt Rhonda got to stay home and play housewife while doing odd jobs here and there. I guess, between the two of them, they could support me. So I guess I didn't feel too bad about imposing myself. Certainly not when I was being welcomed with such open arms.
“Sweetie?” my Aunt called up the stairs again, “Yer comin’ down sometime tonight, right?”
“Yeah Rhonda, I’m comin’!” came the distinctively deep purr of my other aunt from up the stairs, “Don’t you dare start without me again!”
As she descended down the stairs, I got a good look at my dear Aunt Sally…
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