Chapter 7: Cat’s Out of the Bag
Over breakfast, I snap a photo of our hands clasped together, making sure both rings are visible, and post it to i********: with the caption, “I said yes!” I would cross-post it to f*******:, too, but my mother has an account there and I don’t feel like dealing with any questions from her this early. Granted, by the time we finally got out of bed, it was almost eleven in the morning, but she’ll want details—I know her—and, at this point, I simply don’t have answers to give her.
Instagram is safer. The people who follow me there are a mix of coworkers and random strangers I’ve met online through the social media site. Almost instantly, the post gets a dozen likes. It helps that I used all the right hashtags, #lovewins and #hesaidyes and #gaymarriage, things
