Stef pulled the car into the drive way of her childhood home. She had grown up here. she'd been told her she was wrong here. She felt her shame for the first time. she turned of the engine. She slowly got out of the car, heading towards the kitchen. She saw her father making a sandwich. Since her mother had left her father Frank didn't look after himself.

Stef opened the French windows, walking in, she smiled,

"Hey Kid, can I make you a sandwich?" Frank asked, looking at his only child.

"Hey dad. Erm…no thank you."

"What's the matter?" Frank said putting the knife down as Stef gripped the back of the chair.

"Erm…"

"Stefanie." He said

"Dad, there is no easy way to say this."

"Are you okay?" Frankie said.

"I'm fine." Stef said slowly.

"Brandon is okay?"

"Yes, Brandon is fine dad,"

"Good, are you getting back with Mike?" Frankie wanted his wife back with her husband.

"No, dad I'm going back to Mike."

"Why?" He said.

"Because…because…I've meet someone else."

"No, that's not how this works you are married you can't start dating another man." Frank said.

"It's not another man," Stef looked down and saw her hand was shaking on the back of chair.

"You meet someone, of course it would be a man." Frank said slowly.

"No, Dad…the person I've meet is a woman,"

"A woman, no. you're not gay," Frank said. "Remember we went to the minster."

"No Dad. I went to a minster. You locked me in a room with a man who told me that I was wrong, that my feelings are wrong. But dad. I can't hide anymore."

"Hide? You're married.

"I'm going to ask Mike for a divorce."

"You can't divide your family Stefanie. Seriously. You're not gay." Frank said.

"Dad I have feelings for a woman, I've been hiding for so long." Stef said, tears running down her face.

"I can't cope with this."

"I can't cope with being straight. I don't want to rip my family apart, I don't want, want my boy to be from a divorced family. no but I can't pretend anymore. I'm not happy."

"Your husband comes first."

"No dad. I do. Brandon does."

"You're NOT gay."

"Dad, I am. I'm a lesbian." Stef said.

"No, no," Frank said. "Stef please."

"Dad," Stef took a deep breath. "I'm a lesbian. you can do whatever you think. When you're ready to talk to me. please call me." Stef walked out of the house leaving the French window open she got into the car and drove off. she was supposed to meet Mike. She knew that her father would be calling her mother. She would talk to her when she was ready.

She parked next to a metre, feeding it. she rushed into the café. Noticing Mike. She walked over, he got up and kissed her check, she couldn't pretend anymore. They sat down, facing each other. Stef put her purse on the back of the chair.

"I am sorry I'm late." Stef said. Today really was an emotional.

"Look the separation has been good," He said, holding his mug of coffee. "I mean, bad, but good. It's made me release I've not been present in our marriage for a while. And I'm sorry. Our family is everything to me Stef. I'm going to spend more time with you and Brandon. I'm going to communicate. I'll even go to counselling. I just… I love you." He finished.

"Counselling can't fix what's wrong with Mike." Stef said slowly, it was time she was honest.

"I thought that's what you wanted."

"You're a good man and you're a real good dad. But I've not been happy."

"Yeah, lately." He said, looking shocked. "me neither. Things were good once Stef"

"Because I tried make them good," Stef tried to find the words " But something was missing because I can't love you the way you love me."

"I don't understand. Why not?" Mike said.

"Because I'm gay," Stef said, looking into her husband's eyes. "I'm a lesbian." Mike's face fell. "And I'm sorry, for you and for me, for it taking me so long for me to be able to say that and to expect it. "

"Why now?" Mike said. Tears in his eyes, as he knew that his wife was leaving him for good.

"Because I meet someone."

Mike just looked at her, she could see that his world had fallen apart. She felt guilty, but she had to be true to herself. Mike got up and left her sat there. She put her head in her hands. She got up. leaving money on the table. She went to her car. She cried. Sitting alone in her car. Knowing she had to go and pick Brandon up. she had to pull herself together.

She felt so alone.

She had no one to run too.

Her phone rang and she saw her mother's name but she couldn't deal with her right now.

Right now she had to pick Brandon up and go home.