6 38 pm pst [ I must have gone white. ]
We are doing our traditional laize-around-the-house
thing...
When Matthew picked me up at the airport yesterday, we
were both starving, and I offered to take him out to dinner at Yoshi's. It was a
remarkably delicious feast.
When we were retrieving his car from the parking lot,
he said, "Last night I was talking with my mom about adoption because she
read about our conversation in your diary."
I must have gone white. I had no idea she even knew
about my diary. I certainly had never written with the forethought that
she might ever read it.
Of course my mind raced to think if I might have
written anything inappropriate. I came up with a blank. I was reminded
of when my brother recounted the day when one of his suitemates announced
he was gay. My brother said to him, "I have no problem with that. I'm
just thinking of all the inappropriate things we must have said in our
sweet over the past three weeks."
Matthew thinks I only behave badly when I am
uncomfortable, which may very well be true. Of course, now I will only be
more uncomfortable around his family, which will no doubt make things even
worse.
Thankfully Matthew is very supportive. He trusts me to
write what I want/need to. He doesn't read this (because he knows most
everything in it, because we talk so often). And he did his best to stick
up for me with his mom. We'll see how things go.
