“How long have you guys been together?” the nurse asked today, as Honey and I were ushered back to see the doctor. The question was based completely on assumption, but it felt natural and spontaneous.
“Almost two years,” we replied in unison, not sure where the conversation was headed.
“That’s great!” she beamed. “I wish my son would find someone. He’s 37 and told me he was gay when he was 16. When he came out, I told him that I loved him no matter what, but that I was worried because I knew how difficult his life was going to be.”
She made my day.