"Are you drunk?" Mrs Miller's voice is as cold as the north pole.
"Drinking and pregnancy don't quite go hand in hand, or do they?"
"How did you know about Brent's secret?"
"It was a secret?"
"Camille, I swear to God that if the news on the TV are true-"
I cut her off.
"What will you do? Make me stay married to Brent? Look, I get it. You're homophobic and you can't accept the simple fact that your only son will never be what you want. You're never gonna have grandkids, and you sure as hell never having a daughter in law. Brent is gay, and as his mom, you're supposed to love him anyway. Trying to change him is ridiculous."
"Are you coaching me how to parent?"
"Basically."
"What do you know about parenting?"
"Not much. All I know is that Brent would have turned out better if he di
