MixedX
My Closeted Neighbors Disciplined & Converted Me
My folks always said, 'Don't throw stones from glass houses.' I never listened. I hurled one hard and my own windows exploded into dust. A couple weeks past my eighteenth birthday, Mom and Dad took off on a two-week fling and left me holding the place alone. Straight-A kid, all the right manners, so I did the right thing when that package landed at our door by mistake. I marched across the lawn to give Mrs. Connor her mail. That little errand kicked open a door I never knew was waiting, and behind it sat the neighbor I thought I knew and another woman from down the street, tangled up in something raw and wrong. Sweet little me? She slipped under the surface and I watched, helpless, while everything I thought I was burned up in the heat. Turns out that darkness wasn’t new. It had just been sitting in my bones, patient, hungry, ready for the lights to go out.
My folks always said, 'Don't throw stones from glass houses.' I never listened. I hurled one hard and my own windows exploded into dust. A couple weeks past my eighteenth birthday, Mom and Dad took off on a two-week fling and left me holding the place alone. Straight-A kid, all the right manners, so I did the right thing when that package landed at our door by mistake. I marched across the lawn to give Mrs. Connor her mail. That little errand kicked open a door I never knew was waiting, and behind it sat the neighbor I thought I knew and another woman from down the street, tangled up in something raw and wrong. Sweet little me? She slipped under the surface and I watched, helpless, while everything I thought I was burned up in the heat. Turns out that darkness wasn’t new. It had just been sitting in my bones, patient, hungry, ready for the lights to go out.