On the other hand, I really want him to be happy in a heterosexual relationship.I know that the choice is his and his alone to make and I’m being supportive but societal judgment/gay-bashing/targeting IS real and I fear for his safety.It’s only June, we’re nowhere near the worst of the summer weather. I’ve never felt more like my own father in my life but: Does your roommate think that you are made of money?
The other thing you get to do is let go of your dream that your son will be happy in a heterosexual relationship.
That’s not to say he may never settle down with a woman, or that he won’t ever be happy in a relationship, merely that whatever relationship your son is in will never be heterosexual by virtue of the fact that your son is not heterosexual.
The BFF and I are usually OK in our rooms, but Roomie isn’t. We split utilities but BFF feels this is less energy-efficient and going to cost more.
So she’ll turn up the air at night to the point where it’s freezing in the morning! Roomie refuses to get a fan and sleeps with her lights on (which I think adds to the heat problem).
Luckily, you and the BFF outnumber the roommate; I suggest you do a little research and provide evidence for just how cost-ineffective and unreasonable a setting of 50 degrees is.
(I recommend starting here and here.) If nothing else, you can show her your next energy bill—it’s going to be a big one. Teachable moment in online dating: I’ve exchanged a few messages with this guy on Ok Cupid, and it seemed promising. It was a nice few sentences about shared professional interests, but at the end he tacked on, “Why do you describe yourself as curvy in your profile? My first impulse was to stop responding altogether, but I now think this is a teachable moment.
That doesn’t mean I think you should give him a call, but don’t be too hard on yourself for wanting to put an end to your loneliness by returning to a situation that, while painful, at least provided you with concomitant rewards.
It’s frustrating that “doing the right things” does not necessarily translate into “feeling recognizably better relatively quickly,” or even slowly.
In the crazy world in which we live, what can I do to actually be as supportive as I’m pretending to be? Don’t let some of the censure and targeting that may come your son’s way—however well-intentioned you believe yourself to be—start with his mother.