"You know your dad is gay and he is drugging your mother to keep her complacent," my uncle told me over the phone this morning after wishing me a merry Christmas.
"Roger, don't go spreading that rumor around, okay?" I replied with a tone of utmost seriousness.
The damage was done, though. He had already called my mother and told her that as well. Merry effing Christmas.
I've known for years that dad is gay. Him and Charlie have been inseparable for the past 30 years. It is obvious they are a couple.
Mom called me later asking for my opinion.
"Do you think your father is gay?" she asked.
"Rachel always swore he was," I replied of my ex-wife.
I didn't outright say it myself. I wished mom a merry Christmas and told her not to worry too much about it. I love my parents just the same.