So who’s the boy?

(all names are changed)

My parents sat around me, trying to figure out why I had broken up with my boyfriend that morning.

I had broken up with him for a lot of reasons: he ignored me, we had nothing in common, we hadn't spoken in two weeks, and I didn't even have feelings for him in the first place, but the main reason was that both of us had found someone else; he had found his friend Ava, and I had found my friend Elle.

I hadn't known I was interested in girls until a few weeks prior when it hit me that I had feelings for her, but now that I did I couldn't, in good conscience, keep myself in a failing relationship.

I had spent the last several weeks feeling like I was about to be sick; feeling like I was a sort of fraud, as though I was a liar who didn't deserve to be around everyone else. I had told a few people and the feeling seemed to evaporate when I was around them.

It hit me that I had to come out as quickly as possible before this feeling destroyed me.

My parents figured it out; they were remarkably supportive and have been ever since.

Comming out of the closet is a relief if you are comming out to people who are supportive of you. They will treat you well and you can look yourself in the mirror and say "I am a lesbian".