So...J. came out to his parents today. He kept asking me if he should and I told him again and again that I was the wrong person to ask about families for obvious reasons. And, just as I was afraid they'd do, they kicked him out. Unreal.
Maybe my outlook on parents in general is the right one after all.
He's staying with us, of course, but I absolutely hate seeing him hurt like this.
Dammit.
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