I went for a walk alone. I know Im at the beach in an unfamiliar town, but I needed to clear my head.
I found an ice cream shop next to a tourist shopping center and settled down. I called my sister and some friends and talked it out while I pretty much ate the shop owner out of ice cream.
a few hours passed and I decided to walk down to the beach alone. I found my dads red tent and went there, he had set out a chair for me and my mom was already there. Funny thing is that they acted like nothing happened.
My mom had made me a sandwich, and my dad gave me some chocolate, which I suppose can be interpreted a s peace offering.
They asked me how my walk was and the morning felt like miles away. So I just ignored what happened just like they were.
HOPEFULLY THIS IS THE LAST I HEAR OF IT. maybe they just needed that original freakout? I do not really know.
all in all, Im never going to talk about my sexuality ever again, problem solved.