”“Who?” her mum cried out. “Who have you been seeing? I thought you and Jack were happy.”Anthea looked up at her. She had been dreading this...moment. “We are happy. Very happy,” she responded.”“But why? Why have you been seeing someone else?”“I’d rather not go into it mum,” she responded. “It’s private and personal.”Her dad shifted in his seat. “There’s no need to explain anything to us luv,” he said calmly. “It’s not any of our business. You’re a grown woman now. As long as you and Jack are. I am sure they will meet tonight to discuss and plan the bigevent for tomorrow," Shania seemed to be enjoying this.Without too much thinking I texted Jason. He replied immediately that hewould be available. I told him to come toward our part of town as wedidn't want to take buses and trains. He had no problem with that and sowe agreed 12.30 as a meeting time at a small bakery caf? not far from us."So what are you thinking Shania? I can see your eyes twinkle and someplot hatching." I had no. People are going to talk. I listened to 'em talk about Mom, and when they got enough of that, they talked about me. When they run out of facts, they make things up. But they talk."I nodded. Kimberly on a roll. Listen."I don't know what reaction they're looking for. Was I supposed to start crying and flop down on my knees and beg and say 'You're right! I'm shit! It's exactly like you say. Momma's a whore and I'm a whore too.' and beg for release? I don't think they knew what they wanted, besides. In their minds, they were who they were, and no amount of play acting could change the reality of that. It is something we now hear about people with gender identity issues. People who are gay cannot choose to "just get better" or stop being who they actually are. Those who are not so afflicted cannot understand - literally cannot understand - the problem, because they are not asked to alter the very foundation of who they are.One way for the average "normal" person to seek understanding is to.