Pride Blog Series Day 10 – Lorraine Happy Lesbian Housewife Howell

10313354_804108076289762_6695275560372884492_n-1The Perfect Kid

I’ll never forget his sweet voice saying, “Momma, I need to tell you something.”

His voice was tortured like he had done something wrong. I smiled though because this was my first born, my easy child. I just knew that whatever he had to say wouldn’t be “Oh, God Momma I did…” or “Momma, I didn’t mean to but what am I going to do about…?” Not this kid!

Bubba was, and had always been, my fairly effortless youngster. His teachers loved him. The other parents loved him. He was handsome, quiet and polite. He was also very smart and in the gifted program at school. A parents dream really. The only small problem that he ever seemed to have was fitting in with the other kids. I noticed this as early as 1st grade. I didn’t worry though, not really. Socialization would come with time. I was sure of it.

By the 4th grade bullying began and once Bubba even had to fight physically to defend himself.  At that point, I was not so sure of him being able to fit in. He tried so very hard but it just never seemed to work for him. My heart broke for him. I became involved with the teachers, the administrators as well as the parents of the bully’s. Nothing seemed to work. So Bubba and I worked together so that he knew how to avoid situations that would put him in harm’s way. He still did not “fit in” but he was not in danger. As a mother this hurt but he was still, for all intents and purposes, the “perfect kid” that I had always known and I loved him dearly.

Things continued on this course until 6th grade. He finally found a couple of best friends and a “group.” I breathed a huge sigh of relief. My son was accepted. My easy child that I held so dear was happy…or was he? Was I seeing what I wanted to see? Was he pretending? Did he just want friends so damned badly that he was willing to settle? Was I worrying over nothing? I decided to let it go and to let him make his own decisions. He was smart, brilliant really. He should know if these people were real friends…shouldn’t he?

16850_101018463265397_7461439_nFast forward ten years. Bubba had met a girl. He thought he was in love. I, however, was not so sure. She was ten years older than him. She also lived in another country and had a child. Bubba had always wanted to move away from our hometown due to bad childhood memories. He had also always wanted to have children. So I questioned his motives when he told me that he was going to marry her and move to her country. I was devastated. This was my baby. But, this was NOT my life. I gave my blessing, albeit reluctantly, and he married her and moved over three-thousand miles away. They immediately started having children which made me happy. I loved my grandchildren! Still, I worried for HIM. Was HE happy? Was this what HE wanted? He was so very far away. I could not just hop in the car and look into his eyes to see if he was telling me the truth. I needed him to be happy and I felt the only thing that made him that way was his children.

Fast forward ten more years to a not so very pleasant divorce. My heart was aching for my “easy child.” In my eyes, he was in a foreign country all alone. He needed to stay there for his children. And, to be honest, he had come to love his new home. He had a great new group of friends, a good job, a social life, and a great new group of friends (did I say that already…A GROUP OF FRIENDS…YAY!).

Then the call came. “Momma, I need to tell you something.”

“OK, Son, what’s up.”

“Well… uh… Ummm…err…I don’t know how to say this…” he stammered.

“Just say it Bubba. I love you. Nothing will change that.” I replied, feeling for the first time that something may be really wrong.

“Damn, I don’t know why it is this hard. I didn’t think it would be. I called you first for that reason.”

16850_101018536598723_5450280_nI suddenly grinned like a Cheshire cat. I finally realized what he was going to tell me. My heart swelled. Bubba was finally going to be honest. Not with me. With himself! “Go ahead, Son. Tell me what you need to.” This was his story, not mine. I would not say it for him. He needed to be the one to tell it.

“Well, Mom, it’s just that I’m uh….well…I…,” He trailed off.

“Son,” I prompted knowing what was coming as I had known since my sweet, easy, loving, smart boy was 8 years old. “Just tell me. I will love you forever no matter what!”

“I’m gay Momma,” he spat out like I was going to immediately transport to his country, slap him then promptly disown him.

“Oh baby, I am so proud of you! It sure took you long enough to accept yourself for what and who you are. I am proud of your bravery in coming out and choosing to live your life your way. To choose what others may view as the “hard” way when you had the “easy” way before when you were married. But, mostly I am proud that you chose to find love. Real love. The kind of love that you have dreamed of.”

“So you are not mad at me?” He implored.

“Are you kidding? Son, I am married to a woman or did you forget that little fact? Why would I be angry with you? I couldn’t be prouder of you…not because you are gay but because you are finally being you!” I replied.

“Oh, Thank God! I thought that you would think that I was broke or not perfect or…” He prattled.

“Hush, Bubba, you are not broken! You are still my perfect baby boy and I couldn’t be prouder of you. I just have one question for you though,” I grinned impishly.

677d8512ac6183121f0a7d1ec90f4945“Sure. What, Mom?” He asked

“Are you a top or a bottom?” I said with a glint in my eyes.

“OH. MY. GOD. MOTHER!” He yelped just as I heard the click that disconnected us.

Some people are just so sensitive!

When asked to write a blog for PRIDE Month, I struggled to think of the thing(s) that really made me feel the proudest. Having not been out that long, my mind went in a different direction. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written.

The Happy Lesbian Housewife, my 1st book (WHOOPEEE), is coming out this Fall…published by the phenomenal Sapphire!! I will gladly give away a signed copy, so leave a comment here to enter the book giveaway. The winner of the Happy Lesbian Housewife book will be announced on July 7th, so keep the comments coming folks.

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27 thoughts on “Pride Blog Series Day 10 – Lorraine Happy Lesbian Housewife Howell

    • Thank you! There will be a lot more to entertain you in there! I’m so happy you enjoyed this! Good luck in the drawing!

  1. Thank you Karen! I hope to bring some humor and heartwarming stories to the LGBTQ community! Mostly humor …lol! Good luck on winning the book!
    Lorraine

  2. So….I’m sitting here with tears streaming down my face. This could be every mothers story. I’m not sure what touched me most, the beauty and grace of your parenting or your sons decision to come out. Perhaps both. Great piece!

    • Wow, Denise, thank you! As a parent, what you said touched me deeply! I’m glad that I could touch you as well! Good luck in the drawing!
      Lorraine

  3. I thought it was a wonderful story !! I have 6 sweet children and all I want for them is to be happy in this life and have someone love them and treat them with so much respect and tenderness. I don’t care if its same sex or different, black white or purple,.,.. Just with all that they deserve. This was a wonderful story that will make me smile for a long time to come.
    Thank you for sharing.

    • Cheryel,
      Thank you for reading and for your lovely comment! My other son’s g/f is black and I love her to bits. I, too, could care less as long as my child is happy, healthy, treated well and loved! I am glad this made you smile and good luck in the drawing for the free book!
      Lorraine

  4. Can I just say, all of these comments touch me. The entire series is filled with great blogs and awesome comments. Thank you for sharing such deeply personal things.

    • Ameliah,
      Those perfect ones always worry us a bit huh? I hope that yours turns out to be as happy as mine finally is! That’s what we always hope for, huh? Thanks for reading and good luck in the drawing.
      Lorraine

  5. Thank you so much for this beautiful blog. The best thing in the world for your son is to have such a loving and supportive mother. I, too, have been blessed with parents who graciously accepted my coming out and it has made the world of difference in my own pride. Excellent blog.

  6. Beth,
    Thank you for your lovely comment and for reading. I so appreciate it!! It is great to have that family I was frightened to come out for so long…so I was damned determined that my kid wouldn’t be.
    Hugs,
    Lorraine

  7. Oh honey, I was right there with you while he was growing up. It sounded a lot like what I felt and thought with my daughter (she’s 21 now so not quite to the stage your son is but we are still working on where she will be happy or with who)! I loved your whole story, especially the ending! I can’t wait to read your book…it looks great!

    Happy Pride and as always, thanks for all you do Liz!

    • Kara,
      Thanks for reading. I am sure that with your loving guidance, your daughter will find her way to happiness! Good luck in the drawing!
      Lorraine

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  9. Great story. I’m happy for both you and your son. Based on this blog I think your book will be a really fun and different read. My entire life, humor and laughter is the only thing that’s allowed me to hang onto what little sanity I have.

    cw

    • I hope you enjoy the book…it will be funny, poignant and meaningful…in other words…that it will touch you in so e small way! Good luck I. The drawing for the free drawing and thanks for the comment!

  10. A parent’s love will surprise anxiety right out the window. Wonderful blog, you go on with your happy self! :)

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