I’m a girl, and I came out as a bisexual to my boyfriend last August.
I had been waiting for an opportunity to tell him. We had been going out for about ten months. One night, we were having a late night conversation on aim, and I told him about how I’ve had homosexual dreams.
He asked, “are you bicurious?”
And that’s when I came out to him.
At first, he took it very well. He was light-hearted, and he thought it was cool.
But then, he started flipping out.
He was worried about me cheating on him, about how he would never feel good enough, and how I was suddenly a completely different person.
He said he fell in love with the old me, and he wasn’t sure about this new person. Ouch.
We stayed up that whole night, and I cried through most of it.
The next morning, we met up at the beach. It was foggy, overcast. My eyes were puffy and red.
He said that he was so sorry.
We’ve been going out for a year and nine months, now.
We’ve gotten so far.
And it’s really funny, because he ended up accepting himself as a bisexual, too.
But what he said that night, it still stings.
After that, I decided I’m not telling my family unless I absolutely need to.