You know what makes me mad? Really mad and sad????
When S. and I are walking down the beach with our son between us holding hands, when we are at Costco buying bulk organic frozen meals, when we are having an argument in Starbucks about LM’s naps, when we are sitting together in an Ikea display and I am nursing LM…PEOPLE DON’T ASSUME WE ARE A COUPLE. PEOPLE DON’T ASSUME OUR SON IS BOTH OF OURS. PEOPLE DON’T KNOW WE ARE A FAMILY.
I hardly ever get weird looks, or experience any acts of blatant homophobia in our town. But sometimes I just feel really unseen, and sometimes that hurts just as badly.