“You have to tell them.”
She scooched forward over her girlfriend’s knee. She bowed her head over her shoulder, and sighed.
She took a few breaths. She sighed again.
Arms wrapped around her, and she smiled, gratefully leaning into the embrace. Sucking in a breath, she admitted, “I don’t why it bothers me so much… it’s just…” Two parallel tears tracks rolled down her cheeks. “I’m not ashamed of who I am anymore, but…”
Now her girlfriend sighed. “Then why don’t you just tell them?”
“Because,” she said. “I’m just… not ready.”
“When will you be?”
“I don’t know! I know it was easy for you,” she cried, “that you just told them as soon as you knew, but… it’s not that easy for me. I know they won’t reject me, I just… can’t face their…”
Another tear loosed from her eyes.
Her girlfriend stroked her back. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know… I thought you were ashamed of us.”
“Never, baby, I could never…”
“So what are you afraid of…?”
“I’m afraid of…” She didn’t even know. Of being treated like a criminal… of being pandered to… I… “I don’t know.”