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can we talk about how catra called her adora when she-ra was about to kill her 

Life is beautiful

Hi mom, I am going to take away a bit of your free time, even though I know you always have many things to do during the day, I hope you won’t mind. I hope you won’t mind also because I need to tell you many things about me, and I also need to tell you I am deeply sorry. I am sorry because, I know you might have expectations more out of your female daughter than your son, because you want to mirror in me the life you wish you had. You’d like me to give you little nieces and nephews to care about, to come over with my husband during xmas holidays, or maybe every once in a while, even on Sundays. I also know, that you’d like to see me married to a healthy man, a man that could bring happiness to me. You’d like my marriage to be held in that fancy church you always mention. You even told me that you would love seeing me wearing your wedding dress. But then after years, from time to time, you tell me to be wary of the people I have besides me. And the reason you do this breaks my heart: you know that one guy I always hang around with is my best friend, and that he is gay, you also found out that that girl who was talking to me yesterday is actually gay too. So when I’m home now, you keep telling me that I shouldn’t talk to them as much as I am doing. You keep saying that you don’t want to see your daughter end up like them and that you love me. But if you really did love me, dear mom, would it really mattered “how I ended up”?. So, mom, that guy you are bad mouthing twenty four hours a day, is the person that made me understand that I am actually in love with girls. He is the person that helped me accepting myself when I was so scared of how my life could turn out. That girl that you hate with all your guts, was actually my girlfriend, we used to be able to speak only from time to time, in fear of you, in fear of your judging eyes to see us while all we wanted is to be together. If you’re wondering why I wrote this to you, well, it’s because you don’t see me as your daughter anymore. I am about to get married to a wonderful woman now. We won’t be marrying in that fancy church, because we can’t, but we still choose a wonderful place, and I know you’d like it. She makes me happy, she treats me the best anyone could ever do, we both have jobs that make us happy. We are even considering adopting a child. We always go to her parents’ house on Sundays. Dear mom, even if it wasn’t with a man, I could have still met all the expectations you had for me, if only you’d still loved me the same for who I am, and not for whom I love.

The bravest thing you could ever do is let someone hurt you and still talk beautiful about them.

Hi mom, I am going to take away a bit of your free time, even though I know you always have many things to do during the day, I hope you won’t mind. I hope you won’t mind also because I need to tell you many things about me, and I also need to tell you I am deeply sorry. I am sorry because, I know you might have expectations more out of your female daughter than your son, because you want to mirror in me the life you wish you had. You’d like me to give you little nieces and nephews to care about, to come over with my husband during xmas holidays, or maybe every once in a while, even on Sundays. I also know, that you’d like to see me married to a healthy man, a man that could bring happiness to me. You’d like my marriage to be held in that fancy church you always mention. You even told me that you would love seeing me wearing your wedding dress. But then after years, from time to time, you tell me to be wary of the people I have besides me. And the reason you do this breaks my heart: you know that one guy I always hang around with is my best friend, and that he is gay, you also found out that that girl who was talking to me yesterday is actually gay too. So when I’m home now, you keep telling me that I shouldn’t talk to them as much as I am doing. You keep saying that you don’t want to see your daughter end up like them and that you love me. But if you really did love me, dear mom, would it really mattered “how I ended up”?. So, mom, that guy you are bad mouthing twenty four hours a day, is the person that made me understand that I am actually in love with girls. He is the person that helped me accepting myself when I was so scared of how my life could turn out. That girl that you hate with all your guts, was actually my girlfriend, we used to be able to speak only from time to time, in fear of you, in fear of your judging eyes to see us while all we wanted is to be together. If you’re wondering why I wrote this to you, well, it’s because you don’t see me as your daughter anymore. I am about to get married to a wonderful woman now. We won’t be marrying in that fancy church, because we can’t, but we still choose a wonderful place, and I know you’d like it. She makes me happy, she treats me the best anyone could ever do, we both have jobs that make us happy. We are even considering adopting a child. We always go to her parents’ house on Sundays. Dear mom, even if it wasn’t with a man, I could have still met all the expectations you had for me, if only you’d still loved me the same for who I am, and not for whom I love.