It's just love isn't it by Joy Rajan

            I put my hat on and made my way through the streets of Dover. The sun was shining above me and the sea air filled my lungs. It was such a relief to have a break from my repetitive life back in Vancouver. I felt quite drained and pathetic being almost thirty and having living to live with my parents. I suppose you might think that is okay, but really they still deny that I am a lesbian despite the fact that I came out to them almost ten years ago. They still refuse to accept it. I suppose they assume that their denial of me being a lesbian will somehow refute it. Perhaps, as they see it, it is a passing folly that will all be forgotten. I still manage to get out and mingle. I haven't really dated but then again I am fine. I quite enjoy being single. I just wish I didn't have to spend it with my parents. Well never mind. It is what it is. I'm just glad I'm not broke.        ...

                        I watched as she played with her daughter. The two of them were practically glowing with such joy. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I never told Mary how much I admired her. She had gone through so much this past couple of years. I remembered when she came out to her family as a lesbian. She was sixteen when she had come out. Her immediate family was supportive of her and her life was going so well. Unlike me, she had full support. I quite envied her. I had nothing from my family. They always had their own ambitions and perspective of life. Instead of keeping all that to themselves they imposed it on my and thus my life was never my own to live.             There was an unsaid problem though in Mary's family. It was her uncle. When I first met him I was felt something was odd about him....