Bisexual Diest

I think I understand why I'm so angry at my mother lately. There are two things actually.

One is that she can't accept the fact that I'm truely bisexual. I like women, and men, bottom line. I hate how parents will automatically assume that you're heterosexual just because they are. That doesn't mean a god damn thing. I feel like I'm some sort of a plastic puppet when I around her because I'm so afraid of her disproval. I mean, I didn't even realize it was bothering me at first. Then it started appearing in my dreams. I always have the same one. She catches me kissing a girl and kicks me out, screaming that I'm not her daughter anymore and that I'll never go to heaven.

When did it become so wrong for one woman to love another? Love doesn't have one set definition, or gender, or age. So stop telling me I'm too young, stop telling me I can never love another woman, and stop telling me what love is. I'll decide what love means to me, I'll decide when I'm old enough to fall in love, and I'll decide whether I love a woman or a man. Don't judge me for loving someone of the same sex.

The other thing; is that I'm not exactly what you would call religious. I'm a diest. Which means that I only believe in a higher power, not necessarily a god or goddess, but a diety or some sort of creature with devine powers. She has a hard time accepting that also. She's very religous, and sometimes I feel like she's shoving religion down my throat, although she isn't. Nevertheless, I still feel like I'm a traitor in my own home.

It's just that I don't feel like she's accepting the real me.

And her approval and opinion matters to me.

She is my mother after all.