I'm pretty sure my mother knew something was up before I told her. I remember coming home from a visit to her (I lived out of state), only to find that I'd forgotten and left a nightie there.
The next visit, I found it washed, folded, and sitting on the dresser.
When I DID tell her - her only comment was "Oh. I thought you were going to tell me you were gay." That was it. No big deal. No fireworks, drama, or rejection. I might as well have said "The sky is blue."
And to think I'd agonized over whether or not to tell her for SUCH a long time.
My father? No way would I have ever let him know.
My mom's second husband was not someone I could have told either. He was very much the "manly man" type.
