The toaster I got for coming out as Gay makes French toast, four slices at a time, and even has a spigot for maple syrup.
I came out to both of my parents and was expecting my mother to be supportive and my father to explode.
Exact opposite happened. Mother looked at me, stood up, walked to her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
My dad looked over and said, “It’ll take your mother some time…she’s still living in the 1950’s.”
Sure enough, about five years later when they met my SO, they were both extremely gracious and open and accepting. So much so, that my mother once commented, “I wish your brothers could find someone and settle down like you have.” (Both are currently single, oldest brother divorced three times, younger brother divorced EIGHT times!)
Pretty harsh words from the family, but you know what? Cut them some slack for the time being. You have had ample time to get used to the idea…for them, this was a shotgun blast out of nowhere. It is going to take some time for them to process this and settle down. You have shattered any secret hopes and dreams of that “normal” wedding, “normal” concept of grandkids, “normal” anything.
The jeep story sounds like they are already coming around, in their own way, at their own pace.
With any luck, you might be surprised at how things develop in the not-so-distant future.
At any rate, congrats on your new-found freedom!
Oh, and you can pick up your free toaster at the next Gay Pride Event…just clip out the coupon on the back of your “going to hell” ticket.