Ten years ago, my mom and I got into a fight because she found out some of my friends were gay and didn't want them coming over anymore. I told her if she was fine being around me and not other gay people, then she was a hypocrite. One day when I was an adult and married, I wouldn't step foot into a house or space if my wife wasn't also welcome.
Today, my mom is texting me about how good she's getting at gluten free baking and avoiding cross contamination because my wife has celiac, and she doesn't want my wife to be the only one at the family gathering without a dessert option. I honestly still can't believe my life sometimes























