When I was younger... I got found out for living with a guy, and my mum asked me point blank ‘are you one of those gays?’

And I said no (I didn’t think I was, I was in denial), but then she pretended it was ok and I could tell her anything and she loved me regardless. So I told her ‘maybe’, and she absolutely flipped her sh*t.

She was very much, ‘how could you do this to the family’, and then my dad got involved, ‘how could you put your mother through this’. I said I was really really sorry and it was just a phase etc.

She said it was for the best if I got help and stopped and moved away. So I did that.

And I thought about being gay, but every time I do I think about how I’m ruining my mums life and I’m a bad son. So I got married to a woman.

I don't know if they know, or not. I feel like they accept it was a mistake.