The director is too flirtatious

Anyone who has fallen into a stalemate after coming out of the closet, I believe he will have the same feelings as me.That kind of anxiety and guilt when facing parents, when looking back and seeing his partner, he gritted his teeth and decided to persevere.

I admire those who come out without a partner. Their courage and boldness is something I lack.They know exactly what they want and work hard for it.

This kind of people are all people with firm will and strong heart.

I am clearly aware of my shortcomings, that is, I don't have the kind of courage to turn back without hesitation, and even cruelly abandon all the courage.But I feel extremely lucky that I have a woman I love behind me.

I also occasionally make phone calls with my family, although every time the ending ends in trouble.But I have at least, every time, expressed my resolve firmly.

I analyzed my situation to my mother, although she always dismissed it.I also try to tell my mother how good my partner is, but whenever I talk about this topic, my mother always interrupts me rudely.

It would be a lie to say that I am not sad. Every time I hang up the phone, I feel like my heart is pulled into a ball.And this night of quarreling is destined to be a sleepless night.

In this repeated stalemate, the mother and daughter seem to enjoy it, and they can never get around it.Now I can never talk about three other things on the phone, so I start talking about this matter.

My mother couldn't suppress me verbally, so she simply spoke from her mental state. Whenever this time came, I couldn't do anything other than say sorry in my heart.

After quarreling repeatedly in this way, more than half a month later, August has come.

From the beginning when I quarreled, I would try my best not to be in front of the director, but now I don't care anymore.It's all about these things, and I'm almost a little numb.

Seeing my mother's call again, I was a little impetuous while watching TV with the director.Looking at the caller ID and not wanting to answer it, the director said softly, "Why don't you answer it?"

"So what if I answer it?" I sighed, "The phone calls every now and then are always quarrels, and the quarrels over and over again are meaningless."

"But if your family calls you, it's not good if you don't answer." The director squeezed my shoulder, "Or you can wait for your mother to hang up and make preparations before calling back."

I sighed again and leaned on her shoulder, "When will this kind of life end?"

Even so, I finally answered the phone.

After the call was connected, my mother didn't make a sound, and I didn't make a sound. There was a strange silence between the two sides.The director was afraid that I would be uncomfortable talking with her, so he planned to get up and walk away.

I held down the director's hand, unwilling to pick up the phone, I turned on the speaker, put it in front of me and said, "Mom, why don't you make a sound?"

"Is it because I don't call you, so you don't plan to call me?" As soon as Mom opened her mouth, the atmosphere seemed to become stiff.

It's like this again, every time, whether I call back or she calls, it always gets stiff.Obviously it can be more gentle, can't it?

These two months of bickering seemed to wear out the patience of my mother and me, so that every phone call would cause an argument, and this time was no exception. "I called you two days ago, didn't I? And the last time I called you, you told me were you willing to call back? Do you think this is my problem?"

My words were a little rushed, the supervisor listened and squeezed my hand, she patted my back to comfort me, and I slowly suppressed the fire in my heart.

In fact, this fire was not aimed at my mother, but this fire that made me feel so stuffy has been suppressed for too long, and I have no way to vent it, so it has been burning in my chest, making me I feel bad all over.

Mom paused, then softened her tone, "I don't want to quarrel with you. I really want to talk to you about something."

As soon as my mother softened her tone, I softened my heart.I pursed my lips, even though I guessed that what she was going to say was not what I wanted to hear, I still said softly, "Say it."

"Today, my mother went shopping with Aunt Lin from the neighbor's house, and saw a very beautiful dress. I thought it was very suitable for you, so I bought it. When are you free to come back and try it?"

Why did mom bring this up all of a sudden?I looked at the director suspiciously, and the director was also a little suspicious, motioning me to continue talking to my mother.It's just that my mother's behavior still made me feel weak in my heart, so I also softened my voice and asked: "Mom, why did you suddenly think of buying me a skirt?"

"If mom doesn't buy it for you, why don't I buy it for myself?" Mom's tone is rarely seen in recent days with kindness, just like before I came out of the closet.Feeling the long-lost warmth, my eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Mom is getting old, no matter how beautiful the dress is, it's nondescript. You're still young, so of course you have to dress beautifully." Mom's voice seemed a little tired, and I felt more distressed when I heard it, and said quickly: "Mom, you are not old. How old are you?"

"I'm old, I'm old. There's nothing hard to admit." My mother's voice was a little sad, "I'm old, and I can't deny my old age. I saw this white hair in the mirror yesterday, and I couldn't pull it out. I gave up. Going to dye my hair another day can be regarded as deception."

"How can you say it's deception?" My nose was sour, and I felt like I was about to cry. I rubbed my nose and said, "Mom, you will always be young, and you will always be 18 in my heart!"

My mother was amused by my words. After coming out of the closet, the two of them finally talked with a little smile.This made me vent my sadness to a certain extent, and I couldn't help but smile silly.

The director also smiled when she saw it. She leaned her body and kissed my cheek, then nestled on the sofa and played with her mobile phone.

After the mother laughed, she sighed, "I had a rare good dream last night. I dreamed that you and Lan Hui were together. I was very happy. You took beautiful wedding photos, and you will bring your children back to see them in the future." I'm with your dad, that child looks very much like you when you were young, so cute..."

The words my mother said swept away the original good mood, not only me, but also the director's eyes were full of confusion.I'm at a loss as to whether to turn off the PA or not.But when I turned it off at this time, I felt that I was trying to hide it, so I resisted the urge to turn it off and continued to listen.

"Today, my mother met the aunt who introduced Lan Hui. The aunt said that Lan Hui didn't have a girlfriend yet, so she asked you. Just read it, really, listen to what my mother said. Lan Hui is really a good boy. , can you think about him?"

My mood suddenly became very heavy, the more I heard my mother praised Lan Hui for being good, the more uneasy I became.I sneaked a glance at the director, and finally couldn't help but said: "Mom, I won't think about it, I said it, I have a girlfriend."

With one sentence, I broke all the scenes of motherly kindness and filial piety, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified.

There was a silence on Mom's side, the only evidence of her presence being the sound of his growing breathing.I also became more and more nervous, and then I heard my mother screaming, "You are a woman, why do you have a girlfriend?! How did you do such a disgusting thing?!"

When I heard my mother use the word disgusting to describe it, I was so frightened that my heart trembled, and I turned off the loudspeaker in a hurry.Then I saw the director looking at me silently with a complicated face.

Up to now, I can really accept my mother saying that I am disgusting, but I can't accept my mother saying that the director is also included.Faced with such an expression from the director, my heart is really heavy.I wanted to give the director a bright smile, but in the end I just pulled the corners of my mouth and turned into a wry smile.

I didn't dare to look at the director anymore, and walked out to the balcony with my mobile phone.While walking, he suppressed his sadness and growled in a low voice, "Mom? How disgusting is this? How many times have I told you that homosexuality is just a different sexual orientation!"

The mother's voice came from the phone, and her excitement could be felt in the violent panting, "Isn't this disgusting? You are perverted, it's disgusting! What a woman can give you, she can't give it to a family, she can't give it to you. Why are you so stupid, kid?!"

"Then what can a man give me? Doesn't the so-called family have love to call it home? If there are really offspring to be considered a complete family, then I can go to a hospital to ask for it, can't I?"

"You still want to go to the hospital to have a child, are you out of your mind?! If your so-called girlfriend really loves you so much, why doesn't she want to have a child, but you go to have a child?!"

"That's because under the comprehensive conditions, I am more suitable than her!" I walked out of the balcony and put my hands on the fence. The cold touch spread on my palms, which kept me awake, but my emotions were still excited "What's so good about Lan Hui? Can he compare with my girlfriend? In terms of family background, ability, income, and even appearance, how can he compare with my girlfriend?"

"Heh, if your girlfriend is really so good, how could he like you?!"

"But she just fell in love with me." I didn't feel guilty at all when I said this, after all, it's been almost a year, and it really let me know how much the director loves me.I am very honored to be loved by the director, so the little anxiety in the beginning of the relationship has already disappeared in this year.

"What does she like about you? She's just playing with you. If she really likes you, will she take you home? Will she tell the people in the family like you?" Mom said nothing. Said politely.

I was so annoyed by her tone, I couldn't help taking a deep breath, even my own tone gradually became cold, "I've already met her parents. You always say that there are no parents in the world I will accept it, but you see, my girlfriend's parents accepted it, and even asked me to call her parents when we first met."

My mother was so blocked by my words that she couldn't say a word. She said "you" three times in a row, and then screamed, "You are lying to me, you are deceiving yourself!"

"You're deceiving yourself! I'm just telling the truth. If you don't believe me, why don't I arrange a time for you to meet my girlfriend's parents?!"

Of course, I can't really arrange for the parents of both parties to meet under such circumstances, but it doesn't stop me from saying this.

My mother was completely pissed off by me this time. After a moment of silence, her hysterical cry broke out, "I don't care what others do, I just don't agree anyway! Do you want to bring her back? There is no door! I think you have dirty the door of my house!"

"If you have such an attitude, how can I take her back?! I love her, and I don't want her to suffer any grievances. I don't care what you say, but please don't bring things to her. "

"Okay, okay, then let you fend for yourself!"

There was a "snap", and then there was a beep of hang up.The last noise over there was too loud, and I could even imagine that my mother should have dropped the phone and hung up the phone.

My hand holding the fence became tighter and tighter, and the knuckles turned pale.The other hand is still in the posture of holding the mobile phone and listening to the phone, still immersed in the sadness of the quarrel.

Suddenly I felt a shadow coming, and then I felt the director hug me from behind, and her hands were on mine.While taking my mobile phone, she went to loosen my hand holding the fence.

She didn't say a word, because she knew it was useless to say anything at this time.

I gradually relaxed my body, smelling her scent with some nostalgia.I retreated into her arms, rubbed my head against her neck, and whispered tiredly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me you're sorry, you're not wrong, I'm not wrong, and neither is Auntie." The director comforted softly, but her eyes carried too many complicated emotions that I couldn't quite understand.

"What's wrong?" I smiled lightly, and before she could answer, I answered my own words.

"It's all... the wrong idea."