Sunday, September 5, 2010

More about the tattoo


It happened on a Wednesday. At that time in my life, anything good or bad happened on a Wednesday. I think it was our thing. We use to laugh about that.

I remember facing the fence, seeing the road, cars passing by. I was crying, on the phone with my mom. The words were simple. My mom, not so much. "I like her". I came out to my mom, over the phone. Never give anyone huge life changing news over the phone. My mom said something I will never forget as long as I live. "If your dad does anything to hurt himself becasue of this, you are out of our lifes forever". She hung up.

Two or three days later, I got the tattoo. A simple butterfly, with a rainbow inside. It represents my independence from my parents, being able to fly. It also represents coming out to my parents. I fell in love. Hard. It sucks when you get your heart broken. We never dated. Just friends. Best friends.

Things are very different now. I often wonder what would have happened all those years ago. I guess we'll never know. It makes me sad.

5 comments:

Ups Downs All Arounds said...

This is rather interesting! I'm glad you wrote it!

Angry Redhead said...

Damn, what a story. But I love what the tattoo stands for.

Heather said...

Thanks :)

thegirlwithnoblog said...

I've always been fascinated with tattoos, I have some on me as well. Reading your story made me think that there are still others who get inked not just for the heck of it <3

Heather said...

It has to have a meaning for me.