I always wanted my parents' approval. A first it was - 'We just won't talk about this, and pretend it doesn't exist.' It took a long time for them to look at me like they used to. Now they still don't mention much about it, but mom made cookies the last time I was there, and made sure I was happy. She even asked if I have a boyfriend. That was nice. Dad is still not talking too much, but I'm still hopeful.