This was when I was 12. Every year in my middle school we had a night where parents were invited to view the stuff we did in class, my father rarely went to that, the lazy bastard, so it was usually just my mother and me. There was this Indian girl I liked, she was kind of nice to me and helpful, she'd say hi to me here and there. She probably just pitied me but I developed a crush on her and dreamed of kissing and being with her. Unfortunately she actually said hi to me in front of my mom to which I replied back, something must have shown on my face or my gaze lingered too long.
After we went back home my mother asked if I liked her, I was pretty reluctant to answer the truth, so I started with the casual no, but she kept prodding and eventually I admitted to it. Her reaction was shocking, she started yelling at me and then hitting me, I don't remember with what, but it was pretty light and didn't hurt that much. Her words cut deep even though I don't remember what, emotionally this traumatized me to some degree, I never talked about crushes with my parents ever again.
After we went back home my mother asked if I liked her, I was pretty reluctant to answer the truth, so I started with the casual no, but she kept prodding and eventually I admitted to it. Her reaction was shocking, she started yelling at me and then hitting me, I don't remember with what, but it was pretty light and didn't hurt that much. Her words cut deep even though I don't remember what, emotionally this traumatized me to some degree, I never talked about crushes with my parents ever again.
