So, I finally came out to my mom last night.
I had this grand plan to drive to see my mom and 2 sisters yesterday (a ~2 hour drive) and drop the bomb on them collectively. Instead, I totally chickened out and spent the day miserably sitting around playing board games with them, trying to find a way to say "Hey, so, uh, turns out, I'm gay!". It didn't help that my youngest sister's kids were around the entire time, bouncing off the walls and interrupting our conversations constantly.
So, in the end, I left without saying anything, and was upset the entire ride home. Finally, last night around 9pm, I couldn't take it anymore, and called my mom, and tearfully revealed what I had wanted to in person. She was totally cool with it, and said she loves me no matter what, and just wants me to be happy and healthy. To say I am releived is an understatement, even though I kinda figured that would be her response. As some may recall from my original coming out story, I was raised in a strict Christian home, and she admitted last night that she's had a lot of trouble reconciling what the Bible says about gays with her own real-world experiences. I told her now that she has a gay son that she'll just have to leave the hate behind.
I'm not sure how my sisters will react, in particularly the youngest, who has made some fairly harsh homophobic remarks within earshot of me before. Of course, this is probably just a product of her environment (raised and living in the deep South US), but it still makes me nervous.
Anyhoo, sorry for the ramble. I feel better today than I have in the last 2 years.