“Hello, father.”
“Hello, Suzanne. I was in New York for a meeting and I thought I would drop by.”
“We can go down to the park to talk,” I said, as I turned to Greg to say I was taking an early lunch and had my phone. We walked silently to Madison Square Park and found an empty bench.
“I’ve come to take you home,” he began. He had illusions. I squashed them.
“Father, I am home. This has been my home for over two years now.”
“Suzanne, please listen—”
“No, father, there is only one thing I need to hear from you. This is binary. It’s the same choice I made Mother make. You need to tell me that you accept me fully and whole-heartedly for who I am, not who you think I am or who you would like me to be. For who I am. I am gay. I love a woman. And I am going to marry that woman.