Time to write a letter home…

I had planned on coming out to my father during my visit to Houston last week; I chickened out. 

I spent a good portion of today working on letters to send to him, my mother, and my sister.  I know a letter sounds rather chickenshit, but I know I lack the courage to initiate this specific conversation face to face. 

I do know I prefer to be the one to tell them and not let them hear through the grapevine.  I write this because two weeks ago I accidentally outed myself to an old acquaintance from high school with whom I had recently reconnected with via Facebook.  Unfortunately I had copied the text from my rant about the horrible "christians" who protest at soldiers’ funerals into an email I sent this person.  I forgot the last paragraph talked about me.  She caught my mistake and asked me point blank if I was gay.  I told her the truth and asked for her discretion. 

Now she seems like a person who will honor such a request.  However, I am tired of always having to remember who knows what about my life.  Sooner or later, I will make another mistake.  I’d rather it just be done and over with.