My visiting teacher just dropped by as I was cleaning the basement and putting away the tree. Filthy and unshowered I answered the door. I haven't seen her since...summer maybe? I wasn't even sure she was still my VT since I never go. (I'm sure they've reassigned my route to someone a little more active.) She handed me a crocheted dishcloth and wished me a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Then she looked into my eyes and said, "I really miss you. I hope I haven't said anything to offend you." Because, you know, one remark from her would surely make me lose my faith and cut myself free from the only lifestyle I've ever known.
We used to color each other's hair for a while, bonding over premature grayness and that fact that we both have gay sons. But her son, unlike mine, served a mission and is determined to marry in the temple and live a "righteous" life. She is so proud of him for that. As I distanced myself from all things church related, I stopped returning her calls. It really was nothing personal. I just couldn't take hearing all that over and over. The research I've done and the people I've met this past year have emphasized to me that those situations rarely turn out well. Why would she wish this on her son and on some unsuspecting woman? What about any children they might have?
She once told me she has know since her son was very small that he was gay. I wonder how she reconciles this with Packer's talk? Because, you know, he wasn't BORN gay so something must have happened to him while he was learning to walk that made him that way. I guess I could call her and invite her to lunch to talk about it. But I really just don't have the stomach for it. Maybe I'll just ask her next time she comes...in the summer.