Dear Mr and Mrs Royo,
You don’t know me and I don’t know you. I’m quite sure that if you have gotten to know me, we’ll probably like each other. I can be quite charming if I wanted to and I know that you are fantastic people. Both of you are hardworking parents and you have mighty fine boys.
Now I’d like to congratulate you for raising such a fine son. He’s smart, funny, patient, and yes, he values his family and his goals more than anything else.
In today’s world where most twenty-somethings are looking for instant gratification – your son is the type who’ll work hard to get what he wants.
In the short time we were together, even though there were opportunities for him to sneak around – he chose to keep his nose to his books and notes, even without an exam on the horizon – because let’s face it – med school is not a walk in the park. As parents, you taught him well and for that I must thank you.
Now that this is all out in the open, I think you should know that he is a good son. Don’t look at his sexuality as a character flaw because it isn’t. Sadly I will never get the chance to tell you that. It is rather unfortunate that you found out about us the hard way. And in my naiveté, I thought you would be accepting to us as a couple. Your son had to choose and chose he did. I understand his decision completely. In my last desperate attempt though, and against my better judgement, I begged, pleaded, and assured him that we will be ok and we’ll find an acceptable way to keep us going. But as I said, you taught him well. He stayed firm in his decision.
Now I must face another time alone and face the fact that most people – even how open minded or progressive they may seem – will never be able to tolerate – let alone accept us. I already lost a number of friends that way. And maybe I am being naïve again, but I am still looking forward to the day that loving relationships won’t get ripped apart simply because some people think it’s a sin against nature.
This hurts like hell but you gave us no choice. If I I need to move on, then so be it. I just wish we were able to say our proper goodbyes.
PS. Tell him I said, “Happy Birthday!”