In about ten hours, I'll be seeing my mother for the first time in a year and a half. Since the last time I saw her, I've gotten married, and our communication has dropped drastically. My marriage isn't the only reason; she also moved across the country, switched time zones, and has a very busy life with four small chidren...but still. I can't help but be nervous.
My oldest sister, who, at last check, adores me, is now ten and a half. The last time I saw her was shortly before her ninth birthday. She knows V as my good friend, and my mom and stepdad are determined to keep it that way. I don't feel like I'm even going to know her.
My cousins, who will also be at this Thanksgiving shindig, know and support V and me. My aunts and uncles know too, I think. My grandparents don't. My mom and stepdad do, but don't want anyone else to.
Feeling the nerves yet? Life truly is a series of coming-outs. We'll see who and how, for this round, over the next few days.