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I Love My Lesbian Daughter: 17 Years and 27 Days
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The text lit up my phone like an atomic bomb.
Chloe wore a goofy smile every time she mentioned Miranda’s name; my instincts told me they were more than just friends. I’d finally decided to ask her. She laughed, shaking her head with startled embarrassment, and said, “I can’t believe you just asked that!”
“Oh,” I answered. “Sorry about that.” I apologized for my intrusion, my miscalculation about her sexuality .
Chloe came out to me at the age of 17 years and 27 days. Why count the days? Because I need to give her credit for every single day I’d misunderstood her.
“It’s okay if you’re still finding out who you are,” I naively told her.
“Mom, I’ve always known who I am. I just didn’t let anyone else know.”
I’d again been one step behind, as parents often are.
Chloe has always been a tomboy. Hot Wheels instead of Barbies. Blue instead of pink. Baseball instead of ballet. My little Chloe-the-Bear, her nickname from early on. Until she was three, I adorned her with dresses and bows and gave her dollies to play with. Until she was three and old enough to tell me what she wanted.
Chloe cried when the boys’ Little League coach told her it was time to play girls’ softball. She politely declined all glitter and lip gloss. She asked for boys’ character underwear for her sixth birthday.
She’s never had a boyfriend, never gone on a date.
Chloe’s girlfriend reached out to me. “I feel like I should talk to you, but I don’t really know what to say,” she texted. “I’ve always been so unhappy, but didn’t know why. With Chloe, now I’m happy.”
“Just be yourself,” I told her. “That’s all anyone could ask of you.”
“But my mom won’t understand.” Miranda was terrified of her parents finding out.
The struggle for gay rights suddenly became so much closer to home.
Chloe doesn’t much like going to church, and after confirmation, hardly went at all. But a few times she actually asked to go. Wanted to go. I’d fancied that maybe she needed absolution for a sin committed, or strength to deal with it.
Years later I brought this up with Chloe.
“When I was little, I always asked God why he made me this way,” she confessed with tearful brown eyes. “I’d keep asking myself, ‘Why do I have to be like this?’” Though she knew who she was, she also suffered through the pain of being different from her tribe.
But why should she have to ask herself that question? She’s always known. It’s the rest of us who haven’t. She’s the same person; it’s our perceptions that have been wrong.
That’s when I realized I’ve always treated her like someone she wasn’t. Why did her family unjustly assume she was a certain way; why did we approach our parenting with a preconceived notion of who she was? I knew she didn’t like girl stuff. But why had I always assumed she’d like boys? It wasn’t fair for her family to just assume.
“How should I refer to you?” I asked her, to treat her with the respect she deserved. “ Lesbian, gay ?”
Chloe was embarrassed. “Why do we have to use labels? Why do we have to decide what to call somebody?”
She was right. Hopefully her generation won’t need to label people. But unfortunately, older generations tend to find categories helpful when dealing with differences.
There are only three people in our family who know about Chloe; she’s still not ready to come out to the rest. I think she should trust them, but she’s afraid they’ll treat her differently. I reminded Chloe that it takes time for people to reconstruct their image of a person. Right or wrong, we all have preconceived ideas that take time to change. But she’s still afraid.
My heart is breaking under the weight of her secret. No one should have to hide who they are.
I know we’ll have a struggle with some family members, with some of Chloe’s classmates, with some parents. With many others out in the world. I’m still teaching my husband to be more sensitive—no “gay wad” comments about effeminate men on TV, no “she’s-so-pretty-it’s-such-a-shame-she’s-a-lesbian” comments. Chloe said that most kids at school are cool with classmates being gay, but there are still some who pull out the God card, believing it’s a sin punishable with a trip to hell.
I pray that other family members will accept Chloe for who she is and realize she’s the same person she’s always been.
Hopefully with love and growing understanding, there will be no more Hushed Up Life of Chloe-the-Bear.
Emily Lane writes about her imperfect parenting at Mamaconfidential.net
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Every lesbian love story is beautiful, but ours is my favourite.
It wasn’t too long after meeting Natalie, that I gifted her a frame engraved with those words. I had no doubt in my mind that she was the one, and every time we’d meet, we were sure to let each other know how serious we were about one another.
You see, it was love at first sight. A term that I accept is probably hard to understand unless you’ve experienced it yourself. I remember rolling my eyes at the thought. How could you possibly love somebody you don’t even know? Queue Natalie…
Let’s start at the beginning. The night I lay scrolling mindlessly through lesbian dating app profiles.
It had been a tough six months. The worst of my life, in fact. The loss of my beloved Grandmother and the breakdown of a toxic relationship had stripped me of the person I once knew.
Little did I know at the time, it was like a snake shedding its skin. I had to encounter loss and suffering in order to grow.
One New Message :  You’re Beautiful .
That was it — just two simple words from the mysterious girl with lilac hair and piercings. I pondered way longer than is probably acceptable at that photo while figuring out what to reply to such a generic message.
Resisting the urge to respond right away, I clicked through to read her full profile.  That’s odd , I thought. Our personal write-ups – you know that section where you have to write a bit about yourself – they were almost identical.  
I can’t remember exactly what I replied, but it was probably something embarrassing along the lines of ‘ that’s rich coming from you ‘. God, I thought I was so smooth.
I’m pretty sure we saved our first conversations from the dating app somewhere. We’ll have to dig them out to give you all a good laugh.
Anyway, I digress, but that’s how we first found each other.  
“ HER is one of the world’s biggest dating apps for LGBTQ+ women and queer folks .
Created for queer people by queer people, HER is a safe and inclusive space where you can connect with queer women, find LGBTQ+ events near you, catch up on all the latest news and content, and maybe even find your person.
For the first time in what felt like a long time, I was genuinely excited to be speaking to this girl. She was funny, beautiful, and seemed pretty interested in me as well.
The conversation flowed so naturally that I hadn’t even considered the bombshell that was to follow. “ I can’t believe you live so far away.”  
… “Where are you from?” I replied. Surely she couldn’t live that far away. “The Isle of Man .” 
As it turned out, Natalie lived on a tiny island in the middle of the Irish sea. It would mean taking a flight from London to get there.
That’s OK , I thought. I barely even know this girl. It will be easy not to get attached.
Except it wasn’t easy. There was just something about her. And she felt the same. In any case, the app matched us despite the distance between us. Maybe this was meant to be?
After that, we spoke almost every day. Long-winded messages about everything from work to family and life in general.
We both tried to avoid raising the subject of meeting one another as we didn’t want there to be any pressure. But there was no doubt it was the elephant in our virtual room.  
It had been around 4 or 5 weeks since we’d first started talking when Natalie announced she’d be coming to England. She was to be in Liverpool for work and asked if I’d drive up to meet her.
It would mean a 4-hour drive up from London. Not to mention a 4-hour drive back should things not work out. However, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
Either way, I had to know if the feelings I felt were real. Or had I fallen for somebody who I’d concocted in my imagination?
It just so happened, the weekend we were due to meet coincided with Valentines Day. Was it fate that we would meet on the 14th of February? Or were we tempting fate?
There were so many questions and uncertainties. But one thing was for sure. I couldn’t wait to finally meet her in person.
Soon enough, the day arrived. And it wasn’t long into my journey that I ran into my first traffic jam of the day.
This traffic jam was one of many. What should have been no longer than a 4-hour journey, ended up taking me almost 8-hours.
Naturally, Natalie thought she had been stood up. Whereas I was questioning whether the universe was trying to tell me something!
When I finally did arrive, our first encounter was, how can I put this, awkward .
I got lost and Natalie had to drive out to meet me. So our first exchange was an awkward wave as I followed her back to where she was staying.
Feeling flustered and clammy, I was feeling far from attractive by this point. But I was here now, and I just had to roll with it.
We both got out of our cars and approached one another for the very first time. It has to be said; it was probably the most intense moment of my life.
I was nervous and weak at the knees, yet at the same time, I felt calm. It was like something clicked into place. I believe that something inside me knew that I’d found ‘home’ .
It’s safe to say there was no reason for me to return to London that night. I ended up staying the entire weekend, and the mysterious girl with lilac hair and piercings was the most enchanting person I’d ever met.
We barely slept all weekend. We drank, listened to music, and poured our hearts out about anything and everything. It was perfect.  
Of course, our bubble eventually had to be burst. Natalie had to fly back to the Isle of Man, and I had to return to my job in London.
Again, we avoided putting any pressure on one another to commit to anything. But my heart broke harder than I care to admit as I left the apartment we shared that weekend.
I even sprayed the aftershave I wore on Natalie’s pillow, in the hope she’d remember me for just that little bit longer.
That night, we spoke for hours on the phone. We’d only just left each other, but we missed one another like crazy. By the end of the phone call, we’d made a plan that I would fly to the Isle of Man the very next weekend.
Natalie flat-shared, so it meant meeting her friends, but we both knew this wasn’t just a fling. People say it’s typical of lesbians to move quickly in relationships and perhaps that’s true. But for us, we knew what we had was the real deal.
After another perfect weekend on the Isle of Man, we had sealed the deal. I left as Natalie’s girlfriend, and from that day on, we didn’t go one weekend without seeing each other.
Natalie would fly to me in London, or vice versa. It wasn’t easy, but we both put all of our efforts into making it work.
Our relationship continued to flourish, fuelled by adventurous dates , shared morals & outlooks on life, and most importantly, abundant love & trust.  We were the lesbian couple goals that I’d always dreamt about.
After six months, we decided it was time to move in with one another. A dream to travel was one we both shared. So the idea was for Natalie to move to London, so we could both start saving for our trip.
In many ways, we were ‘spoilt’ in London. We both had good jobs with a healthy income, great friends, a lovely home, and we were comfortable.
But comfortable is a dangerous place to be, so after too many excuses and even more doubts, we booked the one-way flight that would change our lives forever.  
Of course, our lesbian love story doesn’t end there. Our travel story began on the 2nd of October 2017. We quit our jobs, sold most of our belongings, and with only our backpacks boarded that flight from London to Bangkok .
At that point, we were oblivious to the roller-coaster adventure that lay ahead of us. We had plans to travel for a year or so, or until our money ran out. Yet here we are, living the life we always dreamed about. All because we took a risk.
So I guess the moral of our lesbian love story is this: Take that risk, board that flight. Chase that boy or girl.  What’s the worst that could happen?
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How did you plan financially for this trip, not asking how much you make or anything but you had to have a great deal of money to be able to experience all these amazing things! How are you continuing to pull in cash? My fiance and I just traveled for 3 weeks through Thailand (amazing if you want to see hreichert09 insta) and I was following your journey in our jealousy that you guys get to continue and we have to go back home.
Hello Hillary, Thank you for visiting our site and taking the time to write to us! We saved for years and budget carefully, we have also done a few voluntary work positions along the way to save spends… we will have a blog released very soon that goes into detail on how we afford to travel for a long period of time, stay tuned! Thailand is amazing we will certainly check out your insta pics!
Great story Charlotte and Natalie, very similar to my our story! Comfortable is indeed a dangerous place to be! Looking forward to reading more of your blogs!
Carine &Derek
Thank you for taking the time to comment Carine & Derek. Lots of new articles are coming soon! Watch this space
Charlotte & Natalie
I came to your page because of your post about Jaipur and I got intrigued on that “HOW WE MET” button. I was once engaged with a lesbian too for 5 years but it ended like that when we chose different paths. She’s in Japan now, engaged and I’m in Bahrain now, married. I love to see lesbian couples who stay happy and in love.
Hi Ronalyn,
Thank you for your beautiful and kind words.
We loved reading your story and hope you too are happy.
Sending love.
C & N x
Who knew even an app can help you find that someone special (personally .. I get bored of the app(or the guys) in a day or 2 and I end up deleting the app ) ..!!! So happy to read about how you both met and how you both have managed to work it out and live your dream …!!!
I totally love your travel stories and you guys are super cute ..!!!
Hi Neha, thank you for your kindness, we are glad you enjoyed our story. It took work to make it work for sure, nothing good comes easy we say! ♥♥♥
I have a similar story as well she’s in the Marine Corps she’ll be out in 5 months over seas. And I am Former Marine attached to the navy And she is love of my life my sole mate
Hi Jennifer. Thank you for sharing your experiences. Long distance relationships can be tough, but keep going. It will all be worth it in the end.
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