I'm not a mum, but did not know where else to turn to for advice.
A while back one of my friends came out as gay to me, and I didn't really care, I treated it as though it was so insignificant and didn't matter to me when now i realise how much it meant to him. I thought I was being a good friend, by not making a big deal of it. A bit later, I had gay feelings, and when I told him about them he told me I was gay, which was pretty obvious in hindsight. Back then, I reacted really badly, said some horrible homophobic things, spread a rumour about him, and treated him like . I apologised, but you can never really get past the way I treated him for telling me the truth. More recently, I know he was doing badly, after he tried to come out to his parents and they were y about it. I know I should have reached out and I didn't. And now he's passed. I wish it was me. I think most people reading this do too. And they're right. I was a **y person, and I can never wash his blood from my hands. I killed him. I don't know what to do