I’ve been very patient with you. All these years I’ve been watching you, trying to be supportive but not pushy, the way a good step-mom should—especially when her step-son is struggling with something as serious as his sexual orientation. “One day,” I kept telling myself, “he’ll realize, and then he’ll tell me, and I can support him openly.” But no. Look at you. A grown man, and you still in denial. You think you’re straight? Really? Well, then you’re nothing but a coward, afraid to face the truth. And Step-Mommy didn’t raise a coward. You’re going to look me right in the eyes and tell me you’re gay, and you’re going to do it right now.