About two weeks after I disclosed to my parents, we were all having a big family dinner: them, my wife and I and the kids, my sister, brother-in-law, their kids, and his parents.

Mom got drunk and started talking about how kids were never safe anywhere and you can't protect them. And that my 9-year-old nephew is "too beautiful" to be safe in a sleepaway camp. Because you never know where your kids aren't safe.

My wife held BOTH my hands, under the table, as I sat there a mute prisoner waiting for my fucking drunk mom to "out" me to my sister, her husband, in-laws, NONE OF WHOM ARE AUTHORIZED.

Fortunately she must have thought she made her point because she shut up. No one seemed to get it. I hope.

No it is NOT dinner conversation.
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