Good catch on your part. My mother was devastated when she found out I was gay because I was her only son and she somehow felt responsible for it. My parents used to go to get-togethers in the neighborhood and when someone asked about me she broke down crying. Little was known about "nature vs. nurture" at the time.
Also, since I had a steady girlfriend for 3 years in high school and a year in college I think she couldn't grasp what I really felt inside. The irony is that she loved my partner of 6 years and called him her son when we would all go to dinner together.
I don't think she ever quite dealt with it, but she lived with hubby and I when we moved to Dallas and we both visited her every weekend in assisted living. The two of us completely took care of her move to Dallas, her 55+ home and her move to assisted living. I'm not sure if I'd had a family I could have spent as much time making sure she was comfortable.
In the end, I think she loved hubby more than me.
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