My sister came to visit me a few weeks ago. Prior to her coming, one of the local entertainment companies shouted me on twitter with an invitation to one of their events. I hesitated because she would be here. Sugar encouraged me to go as a networking opportunity.
I told my sister. I invited her to go with me, but told her she didn’t have to. She said she’d go. She came for a few days, we went out for an hour. Came back home.
Now weeks after her visit, I get a handwritten letter from my grandmother blasting me out for taking my sister to a gay club.
Had my sister expressed discomfort about my “living situation?” Yes, but that hadn’t changed. She knew before she came and no one put a gun to her head.
The shit of it is that my sister told my grandmother I took her. Who tells a 76 year old the details of their night out? I wanted to believe that it was family gossip. My sister told someone and it got back to my grandmother, but sadly enough that wasn’t the case.
So now I’m sitting here looking like the devil incarnate…
I don’t know how grown people can open their mouth to say everything but the things that matter. If she was uncomfortable, then dammit she should have said something to me and stayed her ass in New Orleans. And if she wasn’t uncomfortable then she should have told my grandmother that.
This entire situation had me in tears for most of yesterday morning. My family knows I’m gay, but I censor my life for them. That’s the Facebook page they see, those are the stories they hear. I don’t force my life on anyone.
Dammit, maybe I should start…