A letter I have had in Draft since 10th April 2008
Last night you told me. You said it.
I know you were outed to me a couple of weeks ago by someone whose birthday gift of €20 you said you used to buy a crowbar to extradite yourself from your closet.
You were probably mortified when I questioned you about it and that's the reason you denied it. You weren't ready to tell me. Perhaps you wanted to be sure. See for yourself that it wasn't a phase that would wear off after you had a shower on Saturday.
The thing is Rachel, you're my daughter and I love you and always will. I love you because I know you. What a nice person you are and because I've known you for so long, I knew already.
If I seem a little - 'sad' is not the word I am looking for nor is 'quiet' but you know what I mean - it's because I'm thinking your road is harder now and I only want the best, the smoothest, the most unhindered, obstacle free road for you. But it's your road not mine and to be honest I really don't believe there's a person in the world with a road like that.
So good luck honey, and remember; be good, be happy, stay kind and give your Dad a little time. You built a small mountain in his road and he's trying to climb over it.