A Split Second
I gave Uncle Stan the password to my computer yesterday in case he wanted to check the Internet or watch a DVD while I was at work. Somehow he “stumbled” upon a video I had made last week when I was drunk. It was of me playing a voicemail from him and then discussing how I thought 10 days was too long but that I had to stop being a little shit and just get over it and accept the fact that maybe part of the process of getting into heaven was by having your gay uncle stay on your couch for 2 business weeks. I never posted it because it just didn’t work.
That night when I got home, he was acting strange. I knew something was up. Every time I asked him a question he’d say, “Why do you care?” It was a little uncomfortable. I told him that I was hoping that during this trip he’d be able to pass along some wisdom, you know, about being gay. That’s when he said, “Well, I saw your drunk video and it doesn’t sound like you want wisdom from me.” I immediately flashed back to 8th grade when Becky Santucci ran to the bathroom crying because Danny Stevenson called her a slut. Drama amongst gays never ceases, no matter how old you are.
In a split second, shit got real. If I’ve learned one thing about a secret being exposed, it’s that you must be as honest as possible from that point on. No beating around the bush or sugar coating excuses. So I told him everything YOU already know (which isn’t fair that you knew before him… I’m still trying to figure out what I should/n’t and can/’t say with this whole lifestyle-blog shit). How we’ve never had a real relationship and that it was awkward for me to have him here for so long and that I’ve never really been keen on building a relationship with him but was willing to try. He said he had thought about leaving the second after watching the video (which made me feel like a monster). He was hurt and embarrassed that I acted like our relationship was a joke.
We talked for hours and hashed out a lot of issues that have been affecting our relationship. In the end, like two rational adults, we agreed that we weren’t going to pretend that everything was hunky dory but we also weren’t going to let this effect the growth of our relationship. He’s not getting on a plane quite yet and I couldn’t be happier. I’m also changing the password to my computer…
