The director is too flirtatious

It's hard to imagine that as a director, I would feel so uneasy because I woke up in the morning and I was not there.Obviously, all kinds of signs can prove that I just left the house for a while, and with her intelligence, it is impossible for her to miss it.

But she still chose to sit on the sofa and wait for me to come back.

The director's care for me is fully demonstrated in these small details.In addition to being moved, I also felt full of sadness and distress.

When you haven't reached this point, you really don't know how difficult it is to be caught in the middle.

I still chose to have another conversation with my mother on WeChat, but this time the conversation still fell apart.This is in my expectation, and the problems that are involved are still those that have no solution.

It's just that when I receive WeChat from my mother every day, and hear her saying that she can't sleep all night, I still feel very sad.I don't want to tell the director about these things, and I don't want her to bear these trivial and unsolvable things while she is busy with work.

Two weeks later, my mother sent me a message.

Mother: 【You don't even want to go home now?Is your conscience really gone? 】

Every time I quarrel on WeChat or on the phone, I don't want to face such a mother directly, and I hope that I can use time to calm down the emotions of both parties.But I didn't expect my actions to make my mother think that I didn't even want to face it.

When the company saw this WeChat message, its eyes turned red instantly.He hastily pretended that nothing happened and shifted his gaze, glanced at the colleagues in the company, and finally landed on the door of the director's office.

This kind of seemingly endless involvement is really hard to breathe. I pursed my lips tightly and silently turned off the phone screen.I really love my mother, but I really dare not face her.

When I got off work at night, I sat in the co-pilot and looked out the window, and suddenly said, "I'm going to go home this weekend and have a look."

"Huh?" The supervisor raised his voice slightly.

I pursed my lips. Recently, my mood has been persistently depressed. I also couldn't sleep well because of the daily tugging with my mother, which made my complexion visibly deteriorated.

I looked at the exhausted self in the mirror, and smiled slightly, with a weak smile, full of powerlessness, "Mom said she couldn't sleep well all the time, and I wanted to see how she was doing. And, I I also prepared some information for her to read."

"Is she still not letting go at all?" Although the supervisor could understand the disapproval of the elders, but because of her own family, she didn't quite understand why there was such a fierce opposition.

"Well, just quarrel every day." I shrugged with a smile.

The director's expression was a little worried. I could tell that during this period of time, under my influence, the director's smile also became smaller.She reached out and touched my head, "What should be faced is still to be faced, but it's just that I really don't need me to accompany you back?"

I can't tell the director that in the content of my quarrel with my mother, my mother's attitude is even more extreme when it comes to my girlfriend, and she has scolded a lot of embarrassing things.

The director is indeed very good, and the conditions in all aspects are sufficient to meet my mother's standards for a son-in-law.But the director has one of the biggest problems, that is, the director is a woman.

The director is either a man or an original sin.

This is the only range that my mother doesn't accept. She can't bear that my partner is a woman.No matter how good the other party is, it is useless, because she is a woman.

I was upset and got into an argument with her because of it, but it didn't change my mother's mind.

I was reluctant to take the director home, I was afraid that my mother would start a fight with the director.I didn't even dare to take the director home, because I was afraid that my mother would recognize the director as my boss, and I couldn't bear it if my mother who lost her mind went to the company.

I wanted to take the director home, but I didn't think about taking him back in such a situation that I might be beaten.I once told Yuan's mother that I couldn't bear to be wronged by the director, so I couldn't stand my mother saying that the director was not good at all.

I thought about a lot of things in my head, and finally faced the director's words, I smiled slightly, "It's not the time yet, I'll take you back later."

The director gave me a deep look, hesitated to speak, and finally she nodded slightly.

I packed up a lot of materials on homosexuality, and even asked for some examples and pamphlets from the Friends and Family Association for help. I printed them out and took them home with me.

Although the director didn't face it with me, he still sent me to the gate of my parents' community.She looked at my expressionless face holding the documents, and there was a little pain in her beautiful eyes.

The pain was fleeting and I didn't notice it.I unbuckled my seat belt and forced a smile on her face. I didn't want her to worry and said casually, "Wait for my good news."

The director showed a gentle smile, and the tenderness in her eyes was in her eyes.She cupped my face with nostalgia, and said softly: "Yi Nian, although my thoughts are a bit selfish, I still hope that you can come back to me."

Failure to come out of the closet is nothing more than falling out with the family or breaking up with the object.

At this time, the director revealed her feelings.She still wants to be with me, come out or not.

I feel sorry for her uncertain statement.

How did the director become like this?She is such a confident person, how did she become like this?

I am very sad, I am sad why I let the director fall into such a situation, I am sad why I have no solution, obviously I have worked so hard to mediate, but why it still becomes like this.

"No, what you think won't happen." I couldn't hold back my red eyes any longer, I threw away the documents in my hand, held the director's face with both hands, and approached her face to face with her.

My breath lightly sprinkled on her face, a little warm, like mist drifting away.My heart was hurting, my throat was dry, I put my nose on the tip of her nose and said, "I won't break up with you, no."

The director reached out to hold the back of my head, raised his chin and kissed my lips.

At this moment, I felt so sad that I was about to die.

We were crying while kissing, and when we finally let go, the tears in the director's eyes were still flickering, she paused for breath, and said, "I should have stopped you, I shouldn't have let you come out."

"But Yi Er, these are all things to face." I held her face nostalgicly, "As long as my parents don't use violence to lock me up, I will come back."

"If they really come to this point, what can I do?" The director asked a little unwillingly.

I was silent for a moment, "No, if I really get to that point, I will definitely find a chance to escape."

"But I'm afraid I'll go crazy." The director's voice was heavy, and she looked at me deeply, "If you are trapped, I will come to the door by myself and let me face it with you."

If it was really that extreme, if my parents really did this, I would have no way to stop the director from doing anything.I wiped my tears and nodded, "Okay."

After talking with the director, I finally adjusted my mentality slowly and went home with my things.

The parents at home had just finished cooking, and the two of them sat at the dining table, but nothing on the table was moved.When my father saw me entering the house, he nodded slightly to me, and then got up to add food to me.

Seeing this situation, I was slightly relieved, put the materials aside, and said with some trepidation: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

My mother stubbornly refused to look at me, but my father said softly: "It's good to be back, come and eat."

I walked to my mother anxiously, sat down and saw that my mother's spirit was indescribably poor, as if she had aged several years, and the wrinkles on her face had increased, and my heart hurt, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Mom..." When I called out the word, my voice trembled a little.

My mother burst into tears when she heard me calling her.Her aging eyes were filled with tears, which were even more heartbreaking under the wrapping of wrinkles. "Are you still willing to call me mom? Do you still have my mother in your heart?"

My tears fell down all at once, and I reached out helplessly to grab the corner of my mother's clothes, "Mom, you are my mother, you will be my mother for the rest of your life, how could I not have you in my heart?"

"If you really had me in your heart, would you treat me like this? I have raised you for more than [-] years, and you came out of my stomach, so would you treat me like this?" Mom cried so sadly, she pushed her hands The bowls and chopsticks in front of her, a bowl of rice, were directly pushed away, and a snow-white piece fell on the dining table.

"Mom, don't be like this. I just chose a path that I want to take. This has no conflict with my filial piety and love for you." I ignored my mother's resistance and grabbed her wrist firmly, " How filial you were in the past, it won’t get worse in the future, right?”

"You don't want to get married, and you insist on being gay, which is the greatest disfilial piety!" Mom screamed sharply, the words she said were so ugly, but matched with her aging face, she seemed so desperate.

My heart throbbed with pain, "It's not that I'm gay, but this is my natural sexual orientation, which was doomed from my birth, Mom, just like you can't accept homosexuals, I also It’s the reason why you can’t accept heterosexual couples, isn’t it?”

"If people all over the world were like you, wouldn't the world be about to perish? Why can't you figure it out when you think about it!" Mom cried and wiped her tears. ? Mom doesn't want you to be successful, she just wants you to find a husband who loves you and form a new family. I just want you to get married. "

"Mom, marriage is not the only way out. Why do you have to be paranoid to ask me to get married?"

"What will you do if you don't get married? What will you do if you are sick? What will you do if you have an accident? What will you do when you are old? What are you thinking in your head? You are happy now, so what will you do in the future!

"I can find a girlfriend. I support each other with her, just like you and your father..."

"Don't compare your girlfriend with us!" Mom was so angry that she slapped the dining table, which almost made my heart stop.Mom panted violently, "That woman must have spoiled you, how could that bitch have spoiled you!"

"Mom! How can you call her that?!" I couldn't stand my beloved director being described by my mother with such insulting words, so I immediately stood up, crying and shouting at her uncontrollably, "She is Innocent, you can treat me whatever you want, but how can you just put the blame on others?!"

Mom was also so angry that she couldn't choose what to say. Seeing that I refuted her so fiercely because of others, she also turned pale with anger.Dad hurried over to cheer her up, and gave me a good look, "Can't you stop being angry with your mother?"

"But I really can't stand being involved with other people." I cried and looked at my father, feeling extremely wronged, "Even without her, I would still like other women, and I'm also gay, Dad, you know? I don't care No matter who I like, it will not be a man. I am gay, it has nothing to do with who I like, I am gay."

"That's a pervert!" Mom let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly shouted in despair.

"That's not a pervert! Then how could it be a pervert?!" I hurriedly took the materials I had prepared and handed them to my mother, "Look, mom, how could this be a pervert? And the world doesn't know How many parents have accepted it, you see..."

My mother snatched the information from my hand, then threw it on me, and it came back straight away.The materials filled with A4 papers hit me, and then they all scattered, floating on the ground in a mess.

It was like hitting my heart.

It hurts so bad I can't breathe.

"Who wants to read your deceitful things?! Let me tell you, even if all the men in the world are dead, I will not accept your homosexuality!"

I looked at the materials scattered on the ground in disbelief. Tears kept falling like broken beads, falling on the paper and blurring the words.

I... what should I do...

The author has something to say: I myself failed to come out of the closet. Of course, I have been prepared for more than ten years of tug-of-war~

If you feel that the plot is procrastinating, you can choose to skip it.If you find it harder to chase, you can fatten up first, I can do it.Writing is to write what you want to write, so I won't disrupt my rhythm~

Angels who have never come out, or who have not been exposed to this aspect, will inevitably feel that it is a bit exaggerated or repetitive.But that's the real thing, and that's what coming out is all about.To those little angels with a relaxed home environment, who are unimpressed by this coming out, I'm glad your environment made it so easy for you.

However, please don't take things for granted when it comes to sexual parenting in general.I think I am very selfish, but coming out is still miserable.In the year when I first came out of the closet, I didn't have a peaceful night's sleep, it was all a dream, so it's a matter of opinion.