Growing up my family was really gay friendly. I had two gay uncles and everyone was accepting of them. When I was in fifth grade my mom told me that she would love me no matter who I loved. At the time I had no idea what she meant because all I cared about was playing soccer. However, as I got older I started to comprehend what my mother’s words really meant. In middle school all my friends talked about boys and tried getting boyfriends, but I wasn’t interested. That’s when I started to realize that I was different from all my friends. During my first year of high school I realized I was a lesbian and it felt good to know that my mother was there to support me. At the end of my first year of high school I began dating my best friend, but that relationship only lasted three months before my girlfriend started cheating on me with my cousin. I hadn’t openly come out to my family yet so I tried to keep the relationship and breakup a secret. One day one of my sisters saw me crying and she asked me what was wrong. I told her everything that had been going on between my cousin, my ex-girlfriend, and me. Instead of addressing the fact that I had dated a girl, my sister was mad about what my cousin had done. My sister told everyone in my family what had happened and everyone was upset about what my cousin had done. No one in my family was upset about the fact that my cousin and I were gay. Today my entire family knows that I am gay and they accept me. It is nice to have such an accepting family and I know that I am very fortunate to have a family that loves me unconditionally. I am grateful that my family has never judged me or made me feel uncomfortable expressing who I am.