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He didn’t me into a lesbian, but he sure made it easier for me to accept that any great love in my life would definitely be wearing a skirt. I was far from that, but I didn’t mind letting most people think I was. Today was Valentine’s Day and it was her first one since Dad had left two months ago.

Shy around boys vs couldn’t care less about boys didn’t look so different from the outside. Few, besides my best friend and partner in crime Amanda, a still in the closet athlete Brittany (I knew where her closet was and visited her there regularly), a neighbour Mrs. Walker, and a few other trusted souls had any clue that I was a lesbian. She was obviously feeling extra sad she was alone on the Day of Love, while her ex was drinking Mai Tais on the beaches of Hawaii with his new slutfriend (something we’d learned from Facebook pictures).

Thanks to his money and connections, Dad had achieved an amazingly quick divorce: he’d wanted to retire and start traveling ASAP with his cradle-robbed sexpot.

I knew empty nest syndrome was going to hit her really hard. The heartless bastard I used to call Dad had abandoned her…Instead, she’d always been a stay-at-home mom for Conner and me.Dad made lots of money as a stockbroker and insisted his wife shouldn’t work.I hadn’t originally planned on seducing my Mom, but one thing led to another and… here’s the story of the craziest life-altering Valentine’s Day ever.***I came home from school, and although she smiled resolutely as she greeted me, it was obvious Mom had been crying… She was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, so I sat across the corner from her and looked into her eyes gently. And he left me, too.”This seemed to make Mom even sadder.“I know, honey,” she nodded. I don’t want to burden you with my troubles.”“Mom, your troubles are my troubles, too,” I said, taking her hands in mine.“Mom, you know you can talk to me,” I said, letting her know I loved her and wasn’t buying any bull crap about her feeling fine. “After all the things you’ve done for me my whole life, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”“It’s just… I smiled, “I’ve moved on to angry mode.”“I think I’m in a lot of modes,” she laughed. ” I asked.“Oh, nothing,” she said, quickly pulling her hands away and moving to the kitchen counter.

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