i keep having these incredibly perfect opportunities to come out as aroace.
dad: don't go out with boys.
me, holding the most conversational ace of spades imaginable: trust me. that is literally not going to be an issue.
and every single time i just smile and say okay.
because i know exactly what would happen. it wouldn't become "thanks for trusting us with that." it'd become the newest exhibit in the family museum of Things Wrong With You.
"see? we always knew there was something missing."
"that's why you're so cold."
"that's why you don't care about people."
i'm already the "loveless" one in their eyes. why would i hand them a word they'd use as a weapon every time i don't react the way they want?
so i just smile and change the subject because coming out is supposed to feel like taking off a backpack full of bricks, not passing your parents a new brick to hit you with.