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Dear Aunt Who Banned Me From Her House,
You are not a nice person. Using your kids to spread fear is not cool. Also? Those "young children in such an innocent state" of yours? You do realize they are teenagers? That child1 is in collage, child2 will be this year, children 2&3 are staying in a dorm this year, and child 4 will follow next year? That the youngest of these is currently all of 15? I certainly don't recall my teenage years being overly 'fraught with innocence.' And I went to the same school they do, so I should know.
But, even granting your darling daughters are pure as the driven snow… what the HELL did you think was going to happen by letting my family in your house? That you'd catch cooties? That I would convert your kids to my wicked ways? Ari and I barely talked about ourselves at all at other family gatherings, speaking of our life together only when specific questions were asked. There was barely any touching, let alone lengthy demonstrations of sexual positions on living room floor.
You are hereby banished from my life and good-riddance to bad rubish.
Complete lack of love,
-Me
Dear Aunt Who Gave Me The Message,
I understand that you have to keep peace with your sister. However, that doesn't excuse what you did. You say you want to respect my choices. I don't think you even know what my choices are, so how can you respect a choice you don't understand?
Being gay is not my choice. Living a full and productive life with the woman I love and providing for our future children, now THAT is my choice. I understand that you'd rather I be alone until the end of my days, but I find that reprehensible coming from a religion that values partnership above all else.
Being sorry does not make it all better in this case.
Very little love,
-Me
Dear Aunt Who Sent Out The Basla Report,
I was willing to give you slack until you included this line in the report of the very tradition I was banned from after flying all the way from Washington and driving 5 hours down to see you:
"So, fear not, friends (or should that be fiends?) remember: the traditions that bind us are stonger than those that divide us!"
You took a tradition I had been participating in EVERY year (even when I lived far away from home) for the past 20+ years and DENIED it to me. I'd say that in this case, the division was stronger than the binding. Unless, of course, I am no long being included in the category of 'friends'.
Almost no love,
-Me
Dear Mother,
Your little sisters' behavior is no way your fault. You are an amazing woman and I'm proud to call you mom.
Lots of love,
-Me
Dear Aunt and Uncle Who Accepted Me Their Her House Along With Their Children And Grandchildren Without Question,
You have my undying gratitude. I'm very sorry about anything my grandmother says to you.
Love,
-Me
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