Shaking, I sat down with my birth mum Marie-Allen.
‘Joe and I are a couple,’ I said anxiously.
But I was stunned, when, rather than being horrified, she just smiled.
‘We already knew,’ she said, hugging me.
It’d slowly dawned on them over the years, making it easier to accept.
It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from me.
My adoptive mum and dad were just glad I’d found someone special. Someone who loved me. Uncles, aunts and friends were the same.
We couldn’t believe it.
Finally, we could shout our love from the rooftops.
That May, Joe and I were at home having dinner.
‘Now everyone accepts us, shall we get married?’ he asked.
Not the most romantic proposal, but I was overjoyed.
It was risky. If…
