I always angrily and irritably contested it when mother referred to my best friend, as my “boyfriend”. Correcting her that I’m not *like that*, that I like girls. To which she would just reiterate how she is always walking in on us kissing. With
I always angrily and irritably contested it when mother referred to my best friend, as my “boyfriend”. Correcting her that I’m not *like that*, that I like girls. To which she would just reiterate how she is always walking in on us kissing. With