I think I might be bisexual. Does that change the way you feel about me?
I waited for his response. I had never told someone I knew that I was bisexual. I had said it in text to anonymous people on the internet but never to someone I had met. I felt like it was time I came out with it.
No. That doesn’t change how I feel about you.
“What does?” I replied. No answer.
I tried to direct the conversation to another topic. He was celebrating his 18th birthday the next day and I asked if there was anything I could bring to the party. I thought that might change his tone. It didn’t.
He was depressed and angry. When he got that way I would normally tell him that he couldn’t kill himself without me. I knew what he was thinking. That night was the one time my response was different. I was angry. And tired of fighting.
You’re going to be sorry.
I didn’t respond. I logged off the computer thinking about what a complete asshole he was. I wondered whether he was worth giving up the limited edition Han Solo action figure I had gotten for being the first in line at the midnight showing of Empire Strikes Back. Maybe I would just keep it.
