There are lessons we have to learn as life teaches them.
While Raven was away with her dad, in a deeply Catholic and Evangelical country, she felt in her skin what I had told her about my upbringing.
My sexuality was not welcome.
She asked a few random questions to people who would have been her friends had we lived there. Answers like ‘God created man and woman’ or ‘I feel like punching them’ upon seeing a gay couple at the beach, hurt her to an extent they are not able to measure.
Barely husband still has no idea she’s bisexual and his attacks, although directed at me, hit her more than he is able to acknowledge. I know, when he finds out, it will still be my fault, even though she came out to me before I came out to her.
He’ll at least say it’s my genes! My fault!
Remaining in the UK was always a point for arguments with barely husband. I fought with all my might to remain here, because I thought it was the best for our family and especially our daughter. It’s where I realised there was nothing wrong with me. It’s where ALL Raven’s friends know she’s bi and love her all the same.
I am certain now that I did the right thing.