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[nerdflighter]

I don't like it when people say that Reddit has nothing to offer to the world - it simply isn't true, because most interactions I've had on Reddit have been frankly, wonderful, as have all the threads I've lurked in. It's all about curating your internet experience; anything can be terrible if you allow it to be - except youtube, which is terrible despite my best efforts.

That said, being a regular lurker on r/askgaybros meant that I read this post hours after it was posted, and its sequel went up sometime this morning. It's the kind of story that makes my little queer heart squishy. TWs for parental homophobia, religion-related homophobia. The story's conclusion as it stands is as happy as it can be. No one dies and no one gets kicked out of their home except the mom who sucks anyway so

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[sciatrix]

Oh, oh, oh. I... I wish my dad had had my back when my mother would fly after me. Not that she tried to throw me out, but then my grandparents--his parents--did abandon me and my spouse on the side of the road the last time I saw them, in a city we don't live in, and last I heard he's trying to patch things up with them and trying to get me to patch things up with my mother.

I told him I needed to feel safe if he wanted me to not protect myself, and he told me that he had--I forget the exact wording, but chastised my mother in private, but she was furious at the thought of him correcting her where her children could see. So I'm supposed to just know without being told or shown once that he has my back, I guess, even though literally everything I hear from these situations is about how I should go easier on my mother about... Well, every time queerness has come up around her, without exception.

And my sister acts the same way. When I told her about swallowing my outrage at her maid of honor telling me that my ability to live in the same place as my spouse was less important than "states getting to make their own decisions", because it was the eve of my sister's wedding and I wanted it to go well, my sister told me that she was sure the maid of honor hadn't meant anything bad, and I was blowing everything out of proportion.

Fuck.

[hellofriendsiminthedark]

That ending wasn't as happy as I was expecting, but after rereading your words, I guess it's fair enough to say it's as happy as it can be.

That dad seems like a really solid parent with a very healthy respect for his son's agency and non-familial relationships. And at the very least, it's incredibly comforting (although vaguely bittersweet in an I-was-wronged-by-not-having-this way) to have this example of good people existing, even if the context is that he'd had to wrangle with somebody who wasn't so good in this situation.