It's been a few weeks since my initial blog post and the start of my coming out narrative. Continuing the story, after the events of that night, I was confronted with the reality of who I am. Even though it's been 12 years, I vividly recall confiding in my best friend about my attraction to men. Admitting this was incredibly hard, and it took years before I could comfortably identify as gay. My friend's love and acceptance were invaluable; she understood me and the barriers I faced in relationships with women. Reflecting on these moments, I see them as pivotal, liberating me from secrets and allowing me to embrace my true self rather than who I thought I should be. There were tough discussions with family and devout Catholic grandparents. My grandmother had long suspected and was wholly accepting, while my grandfather has found it harder to come to terms with. I never directly told my grandfather or father; my grandmother and mother took on those conversations. To this day, my grandfather inquires about my dating life with women, and I remind him we've discussed this topic.