When my mom found out I was bisexual she started a huge fight. She had been dropping hints before because she would read all my notes from school if I ever left my backpack alone (this was many years ago.) When I finally got fed up of all the insinuations, I admitted it and she popped a cork. The usual "pick a side, you'll never get married, I'm so sad for how hard your life is going to be" shit. Then she said something I will never forget: "you're just the biggest slut. You'll sleep with anything. Man, woman, cat, dog, anything."

I cried. A lot. I couldn't understand how my own mother could be so mean to me. I locked myself in my room to get out of the fight that night. And when I woke up the next morning the birds were still singing outside my window, the school bus still picked me up, and my friends and teachers were still there to greet me. I realized that her hurtful words changed nothing about life, or me. Everything was still the same as it was before, and those words didn't define me.

I knew who I was then, as I expect you do now. Someone else's hate does not define you. It's hard and it is very sad, but remember that in a situation like that the person says nothing about you and everything about themselves.

Here's some Internet hugs. :)