I Came here to Talk

Hello, dad. It’s me, I came here to talk. It has been years since I came out to you, and It… it was probably the worst decision of my lifetime. I came to you in a moment of weakness, I didn’t want to hide like all of those other men I hear about. The ones who live in fear of what their fathers will think, the ones who live till they are forty, and still don’t know if their fathers love them for who they are, or not. But I guess it is better for them to live in ignorance. They can hold on to that hope that maybe their fathers will still accept them… still love them. They can keep on thinking that maybe their fathers won’t attack them with a knife, that there is a chance their fathers won’t run them out their house while their sisters and mothers are crying, and praying in the corner for their soul, and if they will stay up at night wishing they could take it all back. (Breath. Take a moment) But you know what… I never let you make me feel like a victim. I wasn’t going to sit around feeling sorry for myself. I made my own life, and I found myself a good man who loves me for who I am. He taught me that just because you ruined my life is no reason for me not to live it. You probably would have liked him, He likes hunting, sports, cars, and all the shit I could never understand. He made me come here for closure, or some such bullshit. One more thing We have a daughter together, and mom loves her. Goodbye, dad… I wish… nevermind. (leave)