Through Love's Eyes

This weekend:

Grandma: You know, Melissa, I always got this feeling that S. was a lesbian. She just had some of those tendancies.


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If I had been drinking something, I would have surely spit it out clear across the room.

Yes, my grandmother had/has no idea we were in a relationship. To grandma, the two of us were just roommates. And neither my mom or I are going to tell/correct her. We don't want to upset grandma. She's not in the best of health as it is.

Before anyone gets all rightous on me, you have to understand. My grandmother comes from a generation where same sex relationships are looked down upon totally. There is only slightly more acceptance today, but that is another post for another time. And I all ready feel horrible that I won't be able to have her see or be at my wedding. Not unless a guy comes along, we fall madly in love and have a whirlwind romance and a quicky wedding.

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In another note, I did get through the weekend without crying. I got to visit with my family and have a long talk with my mom. My brother will be coming home in November and hanging out with me (which I will sorely need).

Everything still hurts. But there is nothing I can do about it.