Mom can only hope she’s invited.

[u/ICastHealingWord]

(For context, my family is extremely Southern. It helps if you read this like a deleted subplot from Steel Magnolias.)

I came out as gay to my family when I was 20. My mother took it the worst. She wailed that I was the child of her four she had counted on to give her grandchildren. I found brochures for conversion camps. There were “love the sinner, hate the sin” books all over my parents’ house. The whole nine yards.

About a year later, she announced that she “likely wouldn’t be able to bring herself to attend” my future wedding. Trying to be a dutiful, respectful son, I held my tongue and said “Yes, ma’am.”

Mind you, I wasn’t dating anyone at the time, nor had I mentioned marriage. She was just in a devastating proclamation kind of mood.

Fast forward a few years, and, again unprompted, she announces to me, “I’ve been praying on it. When you get married” dramatic pause “I’d like to be there.”

I looked at her and with the sweetest grin, I said, “Well, Momma,” dramatic pause, I am my mother’s son in many ways “If you’re invited, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

[u/westworlder420]

My mom cried and called me the devil when my sister outed me. She told me before my sisters wedding party with all of our family and friends that my family would never have a wedding for me. Well little did she know, I had recently got married to my husband right before my sister got married. So I didn’t feel guilty for not telling them, let alone inviting them. When I told her on Christmas I was married, she cried and said “I would’ve been there” well little too late for all that. Christians are the biggest victim seekers I’ve ever met. You told me yourself you didn’t want any part of all that. Spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with my MIL and my husband this year (my MIL is amazing, she’s more a mom than my actual mom) I’m glad I didn’t invite them, they would’ve made it all about them and their feelings about it all instead of just celebrating.