Ch 12: The Second Coming (Out)

Six years earlier, a nun outed me to my Mom. Now it was my turn to out myself.

I unlocked my apartment door, tossed my briefcase on the couch, and threw my coat on top of it. I’d worked all day, then had back-to-back meetings well into the evening. On the short drive home to my apartment, winter’s chill sapped every bit of energy I had left. All I wanted to do was change into warm sweats and curl up on the couch to watch TV. I knew, though, that would have to wait. I promised myself I would call Mom tonight. I usually called Mom on Sunday afternoons but the previous Sunday I’d chickened out. To call her on a Thursday would raise her antennae. She’d know something was up. But I didn’t want to wait. It was time to get this over with.