Pink Tuesdays

There was this conversation after I overheard the ending of a conversation my mom had with a couple of friends (not on purpose, I was more hovering around so I can grab a slice of lotus paste single egg-yoke mooncake). To summarize:

I: So who’s the one who’s going to be separated?
Mom: I can’t tell you that. Yadda yadda yadda. Besides, I doubt you would be able to bear the burden of this secret.
I: I can’t?
Mom: Well, I’m afraid you would blab it out…
I: I keep secrets good, and I have beared much bigger burdens than this…
Mom: Like?
I: I’M GAY, TRY THAT ON FOR SIZE!

So the last line was never said. I just really wanted to know because I’m always the last to know. “So Phil, I heard you changed course” “Yeah, 3 months ago…”. And then today, I had a fight with my mother. I was still asleep an hour before a class, she was calling me to walk to class because my incredibly lazy older brother decided busses are not for him, but for him. And it was about to rain. So I answered coarsely that I’m not going now. I’m not going to wait for an hour at A&W. Its not like my parents gives me so much allowances to that extent.

So when I came down

Mom: Why did you answer me like that? You know answering in a very rough manner hurts?
Rex: …
Mom: You must respect your parents, we’re good parents…
Rex: I’M GAY FOR A REASON, GOOD-PARENTS NOW EHH?

One day I’m gonna crack and actually say all those…

Update: My mom just ground me. “Rex, you know [insert cousin name] when she was doing her [insert course here]. She locked herself in her room and studied! I don’t think you should go out”

I couldn’t even go out for a friend’s birthday. I’m grounded.