My Deception

By Terry Brewer

As her only daughter prepares for college, Sharon Conroy must make a difficult decision. A teacher married to a New York City lawyer, Sharon must decide if she can tell him she is a lesbian and has never had sexual feelings for him. Their suburban life has otherwise been perfect, and the world thinks of them as the perfect family. Her whole life as Mrs. Conroy has been a lie.

When her daughter Mattie comes out as gay, the decision is made for her. Once the secret of her “perfect family” is out, can she finally embrace who she is and allow herself to find true love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Mar 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646563142

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My Deception

By Terry Brewer

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My Deception

By Terry Brewer

There comes a time in one’s life when things are going to change and you have the chance to direct how it’s going to happen. I was fast approaching one. I sat on my bed after a post-yoga shower. It was August and I was naked except for a towel draped over my hips. I noticed a photo on the dresser. It was of the three of us. Mattie in her white graduation gown between Tim and me, her proud parents.

It felt like yesterday but was actually in June. Mattie, our only child, was going to Cornell University in Ithaca, New York. Freshman orientation began in two weeks. Then the house would be empty except for Tim and me. This was the change hurtling towards me. No longer worried about the day-to-day care of my daughter—our daughter—would I want to continue with the day-to-day living with my husband?

Mattie was lightly knocking on my door. It awakened me from my trance. I told her to wait a moment as I got a robe. When covered, I asked her to come in. She was in her last week working at a restaurant in town. Work began at four, and it was just past eleven. She wore her usual sleepwear: sweatpants and T-shirt.

What is it, sweetheart?

She sat beside me on the bed.

If I tell you something, do you promise not to get angry?

My first thought, of course, was that she was pregnant. While she never went out on a formal date, she and most of her classmates spent their limited free-time hanging out together, with the occasional keg party at the house of parents gone for the weekend. Perhaps it happened at one of them?

That I didn’t answer her immediately upset her and she said, Mom?

No. No, sweetie. I promise not to get mad.

She stood and paced slightly.

I think I’m gay.

It didn’t register, my mind going in that other direction.

Sorry?

Gay, Mom. I think I am gay.

How do you know? It was a natural if stupid question.

Because. Because it’s all I think about. Going to bed with another girl.

She paused as she watched my brain work. Is that so hard to understand? I don’t want to be with a boy. I dream of being with a woman.

She was again sitting beside me. Now I got up. Paced.

Aren’t you going to say something? She was getting mad.

I stopped, feeling ridiculous having this conversation in my robe. But one cannot plan for these things.

Sweetheart. I know all about wanting to be with a woman. She stared. I sat, fighting to focus.

I’ve never told anyone with two exceptions. I told a high school friend years after we graduated. And Helen knew. Before you were born, Helen was my lover.

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