The Cost of Being Queer...
I learned this morning that my brother, who had been on the transplant list, died Friday morning. He was buried this morning.
I learned because Christian called me to ask why I wasn't at the funeral, if money was the problem he would have gladly bought my plane ticket. He was shocked to learn that I hadn't been told, that Cindy, my brother's wife, had said that she would call me.
Anyway, I called Cindy, and asked why she hadn't called, she said that she didn't want me at the funeral, that she only tolerated "the dyke" because of her husband, and told me to never call again, the my nephews are no longer allowed to speak to me because I'm gay.
I guess, that's that.
I am angry. I am sad.
I learned because Christian called me to ask why I wasn't at the funeral, if money was the problem he would have gladly bought my plane ticket. He was shocked to learn that I hadn't been told, that Cindy, my brother's wife, had said that she would call me.
Anyway, I called Cindy, and asked why she hadn't called, she said that she didn't want me at the funeral, that she only tolerated "the dyke" because of her husband, and told me to never call again, the my nephews are no longer allowed to speak to me because I'm gay.
I guess, that's that.
I am angry. I am sad.
