I learned a year before my father died, my mother having died 4 years earlier, that they always knew I was gay from when I was a child. They even told my younger sister about it, and they discussed my "problem" often among themselves.
And all I could think was: "Why didn't anyone ever tell ME?" Why did they let me stumble along in deep denial, confused & fucked-up, trying to live straight but ineptly, when everyone around me knew the obvious truth?
And I never got to discuss it with my parents. Except with my right-wing sister, who hates me for being gay, and with whom I've had no contact for nearly 12 years.
Well, I have my own "family" now, and to hell with the rest of them.