It was weeks later, weeks after my father had… Well, I still don't like to talk about it very much. I haven't seen my mother since the funeral. She wouldn't speak to me. She wouldn't even look at me. It was terrible, and my extended family sided with her. I'd never been really popular with my aunts and uncles, and when they found out why my father died, they were even less happy with me. They think his death is my fault. My mother even gave up all legal claims to me as a mother. That's what hurt most of all. I'm, legally at least, no longer her daughter. So, no home for Ellie.
So instead, for the past few weeks I've been living in the same group home. It's been really lonely. Stephanie, my roommate, got placed with a family, and she likes it a lot there, and we still talk sometimes, but my new roommate won't speak to me. In fact, she won't speak to anyone. She won't speak, period. This is not a good thing if you want to start up a new friendship.
On the bright side, Lindsey and I are still going out. Even through everything, she hasn't left me. And believe me, there's been a lot of reasons she could have left me. Let's just say I'm not a very nice person when I'm dealing with…when I'm dealing with stuff. And I had to deal with a lot of stuff.
Oh and I'd like to set the record straight. Not only because the kids at school think we've…well, done it, but also because half the world thinks homosexuals will have sex with anyone. Contrary to popular belief, we haven't had sex yet. I know, everyone thinks lesbians have sex on the first date, but it's just not true. Lindsey and I have decided to wait until we're older to have sex, to make sure our love is real. At this point, however, I want to be with her forever.
I'm seeing a therapist. She's not helpful. I don't have much to talk about. Ok, to be honest, I just don't want to talk. But, nevertheless, I go every week and waste the state's money.
And this is where the story ends. Sure, my life isn't over yet, and it's not a perfect ending. If I really wanted to wrap it up nicely, I'd tell you that I had found a wonderful family who wants to adopt me, and that I was going to live happily ever after. But the fact is, not many homosexual kids get adopted, or even fostered. If this was going to be a happy ending, my mother would have taken me back, and not hurt me as much as she had. If this was a happy ending, well, a lot of things would be different. But from where I stand, things are ok. Not great, not bad, but ok enough for me to close this chapter of my life.
The End
So instead, for the past few weeks I've been living in the same group home. It's been really lonely. Stephanie, my roommate, got placed with a family, and she likes it a lot there, and we still talk sometimes, but my new roommate won't speak to me. In fact, she won't speak to anyone. She won't speak, period. This is not a good thing if you want to start up a new friendship.
On the bright side, Lindsey and I are still going out. Even through everything, she hasn't left me. And believe me, there's been a lot of reasons she could have left me. Let's just say I'm not a very nice person when I'm dealing with…when I'm dealing with stuff. And I had to deal with a lot of stuff.
Oh and I'd like to set the record straight. Not only because the kids at school think we've…well, done it, but also because half the world thinks homosexuals will have sex with anyone. Contrary to popular belief, we haven't had sex yet. I know, everyone thinks lesbians have sex on the first date, but it's just not true. Lindsey and I have decided to wait until we're older to have sex, to make sure our love is real. At this point, however, I want to be with her forever.
I'm seeing a therapist. She's not helpful. I don't have much to talk about. Ok, to be honest, I just don't want to talk. But, nevertheless, I go every week and waste the state's money.
And this is where the story ends. Sure, my life isn't over yet, and it's not a perfect ending. If I really wanted to wrap it up nicely, I'd tell you that I had found a wonderful family who wants to adopt me, and that I was going to live happily ever after. But the fact is, not many homosexual kids get adopted, or even fostered. If this was going to be a happy ending, my mother would have taken me back, and not hurt me as much as she had. If this was a happy ending, well, a lot of things would be different. But from where I stand, things are ok. Not great, not bad, but ok enough for me to close this chapter of my life.
The End