Burning… Bridges


Today is the father-unit’s birthday. It’s his 70th. I think.

It’s been almost 4 years since the accusation occurred, and I still haven’t gotten over it. I haven’t called him on his birthday since then, and I think I’ve only sent one card as well.

I’m not really sure where I was going with this. That’s what this situation does to my brain.


On a happier note, yesterday I was able to go to Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art with Sandy of The Banal Chew, the fabulous GypsyBiscuit, and He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Just-Because. A nice time was had by all.

For some reason I only took a few pictures, none of which Sandy happened to be in. 🙁

But here’s the ones I took.

Pamphlets lying around. I re-arranged them. And I laughed. Because I’m 12 years old.

I tried a Salted Caramel Latte. Not a fan. But the top of it was pretty.

It was a pretty day. The sun was shining and it was slightly warm out.

The fabulous GypsyBiscuit. With her cooking t-shirt of awesomeness.

And now that I’ve written this post, I think I know exactly which “family” is really important to me.

Until next time...

16 thoughts on “Burning… Bridges

  1. Awww, I love you too! It was a great afternoon & evening once again–even when we lost Sandy! Or…did Sandy lose us? Either way, a good time was had by all!

  2. Sorry that this weighs on you, tatbear. I think I’m with Jim on this one: my biological family just doesn’t get it sometimes. I laugh when I remember my VERY conservative mother of my former partner trying to wrap her mind around how this could all be made right: she came up with a scheme wherein I would marry my partner’s sister and he would find a girl and we could all be happy, but still see each other on the side. *sigh*. She actually wrote this in a letter to my partner at the time. Well, that and my two liberal, college professor parents who made life hell for him – his ultra conservative, Church of Christ parents made life paradise for me and welcomed me into the family in a beautiful way. Except for the “marry his sister” thing. And except for the fact that no one in either family has ever displayed a photo of us both.

    Oh, well 🙂 Sending love and good will your way today!

  3. I can understand how you feel. I haven’t seen or spoken to my parents in about 10 years. They have no idea (officially) that I am gay. They have never met my partner. And I’m sure they would never accept us, them being Jehovah’s Witnesses. So, when I decided to be “me”, I lost EVERYONE. All my friends, and family that were JW’s. The only family that doesn’t care is my half brother (who I met at 35, 12 years ago) and my Aunt, and her daughters and their husbands, kids. The were never JW’s. So, your family is your sexy Husbear and the people who love you for being you.
    You inspire others by being kind, funny, nice and really easy on the eyes….you.
    Love from Rhode Island.

  4. I never came out to anyone in the generation before me in my family. Homophobia was rampant and so instilled by family training and Catholicism that there was no possibility of acceptance. I felt that I didn’t need to subject myself to the drama that was inevitable, particularly since I was doing my family duty and helping a couple of them through their seriously declining final years. And this may seem dreadfully selfish, but since I was the only one providing the help, I wasn’t up for being disinherited after all the time and effort I had put in.

    There was never any trouble with my generation or the next one.

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