Stories From My Gay Grandparents Novels & Stories

They already have a grandchild and that's me, how long will I explain to them that I don't want to get married yet and I don't have a plan? "I don't want Grandma. I'm not ready to have a child" I said as I got up from my bed and walked over to her. "Why don't you? Don't say you're gay Emre, maybe the rumour is true about you that you're gay." My grandmother said crying as she hit my chest loudly. "Ouch, Grandma it hurts," I said as if complaining but I was startled by Grandma crying loudly. Urghh, as always drama queen. Then both my grandfather and father came into my room as their forehead twisted at me.

Sitting across from us was my father, two of my aunties, Michelle and Olive and also present were my grandparents. I held Alex's hand under the table to help steady his nerves; this situation was stressful for me so I couldn't even imagine just how it must feel for him. "Alex, I just wanted to say that I am really glad that you could join us" My grandfather said and to my surprise he sounded genuine. Maybe my grandma had helped him get over the shock that I was gay and it wasn't just a wild joke. Either that or he just didn't want to disapprove and add to the conflict in the household.

Dad offered. “You were a police officer?” I asked, looking at grandpa. “A detective, yes. A long time ago. It’s how we met.” grandpa smiled, reaching over to take grandma’s hand. “How did you meet? And why does it sound like grandma was getting arrested?” I asked. “Oh, she was getting arrested. Public indecency. She and a bunch of her free love types decided to have a protest orgy on the lawn of a capital building where they were voting on a law that would limit access to birth control.” Grandpa laughed.

He took my right away to tell him the trauma of my past when I was ready. As the hot water hit my body, memories flooded my mind of the day I lost my parents when they ex-communicated me several years ago for coming out gay. The day I stood in tears at my grandfather's door as he accepted me into his home. The worst memory of them all was the day I lost my grandfather to lung cancer. I felt emotions coming up again before I ran to the toilet and threw up again. I felt his hands on my waist before he said sheepishly, "Let me help you to bed."

“You’re right in that they’re a dangerous group out of New Orleans, but before they landed themselves in the city, they attempted to make Montreal their home. Our beautiful city was their first landing after leaving their fucking mother country almost four decades ago.” “Let me guess. You and Grandfather refused to allow them to slide into our territory.” “You know your grandfather. He was relentless, more brutal than I could ever be. He made certain the patriarch at the time, Omar Baranov, understood that their presence wouldn’t be tolerated.” “How did Grandpops do that?” He sighed and as he moved toward the garden bench, sitting down, I could tell his hand was shaking. “He eliminated the m

“Oh. I’m confused. Why did you not live with her? Mommy and Daddy live together. All the mates live together.” Grandpa makes the face again. Mommy should give him apple juice. “I made many mistakes and she left,” Grandpa eventually says. “What mistakes? I wonder if his mate left because of his poop face. Grandma Lucy doesn’t like his poop face either. She says it all the time.” “I wasn’t very nice or fair to her.” I growl. “Other Dad was not nice to Mommy. Were you yelling and hitting like Other Dad did?” Grandpa makes his growling sound and I cover my mouth. “Oops, I mean Levi. He’s not my Other Dad. I only have Daddy as a dad.” Grandpa tells me that a lot, but sometimes I forget.

They were the first of the wealthy Germanic Jews that settled in the Lower East Side, and eventually earned their place in Manhattan after they've established their wealth and position in New York's high society. He wasn't ready to discuss things about his shit-bag dad yet, so he left out that part to K. Instead, he told her other stories about him growing up with Levi and Isaac, their trip to Europe and Israel at the last year of Hebrew boarding school, and how their great grandfathers survived the Holocaust at concentration camps. He never told those stories to anyone, just K. He found it necessary to open up to her, earn her trust and to maintain that wonderful feeling of deep intimacy be

I said. “That’s my mom for you, she might be a Cosa Nostra queen but she has always liked these intimate family gatherings, and as our family expanded so did our dining table. I hoped my grandparents would be back from their cruise by now but they aren’t, you would love my grandma but I’m sure she’s having fun giving my grandpa hell on that cruise.” “Yeah, I seem to remember telling me something about your grandparents being on a cruise,” I said. “How’s that been going for them?”

He chuckled and replied. "It's not a rubbish things Xavier, It is a truth of life. One day I have to leave you all and go back to my my wife..... Your grandma was missing me thier.......I wanted to go to her I am also missing her so much.....But sadly Your grandmother had strictly ordered me to come to her only after seeing my Great grandchild's face.....!!" Grandpa said smilingly as I suddenly hugged him tight.

“Pumpkin how are you? how have they been treating you? It’s a pity that I can’t really help you out of this situation. Your parents will be turning in their grave if I die leaving you here in a loveless marriage” my grandpa smiled sadly as he stared into my face. My grandpa gave me his ‘tell me the truth, I’ll not freak out look’. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I stared back. At that point I wanted to tell my grandfather all I was going through. My confusion, my life and how everything had panned out for me.