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.
4 comments:
This is rather interesting! I'm glad you wrote it!
Damn, what a story. But I love what the tattoo stands for.
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
It has to have a meaning for me.
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