Word spread fast, and before i knew it, everyone was talking about me and my mother. Some people were all for the marriage, saying that this was what the world needed instead of terrorists, homophobes, and general crack-heads. Some people thought otherwise, and heckled us on the streets, shouting rude things, and threw stones at us.
We didn't think much of it, and we tried not to let it bother us. We knew that it would probably all die down in a few weeks, when people found something else to gossip about.
It didn't bother us, but it did start to bother our lives. My mum’s boss didn't want a her top consumers finding out that there was a lesbian working in the high command, and threatened mom, saying that if she didn't cancel the wedding, she would be taken off of her job. My mum refused, and true to her word, the boss took her off high command editor. However, she was too good of a worker to bump her down too much, so she was given the job of being the assistant for the replacement of her job.
Lizzie was taken out of her job completely. She worked in a supermarket as part of the advertising sector, and it was the same story there, except they didn't care how good of a worker she was. She was a lesbian. And that was all that mattered, to them.
Even for me, things were going downhill. At least 5 times a day i was told i was gay, that for letting this happen i should kill myself and take "your mama bitches" with me.
Things were down, but the date for the wedding was set for the 15th of April. Meanwhile we all kept our heads down. My mom asked one of her friends, Anna, to home school me for a while, but i quickly realised i wouldn't be learning much, except for how to change a nappy. She would bring her kids, 11 months old twins, a girl and a boy, and although she tried to teach me and i tried to learn, we were both distracted by the baby boy, Luke, who had a fondness for pulling my hair. I started to put my hair in a bun more often, so the munchkin couldn't reach it. The girl did nothing but sleep, like a little blond angel, and i was secretly happy. One misbehaving kid i could handle, but not two. We kept all this a secret from mom, or she would have more to worry about.
Maybe it was because of the kids, or because of the secret, but me and Anna became good friends. Really good friends. We talked freely to each other, and she gave me some pretty decent advice about the whole lesbian marriage thing.
I offered to babysit for her on multiple occasions, as she was unemployed and always had a couple of interviews in a week, but she refused.

A couple of weeks later, things died down. I kept my head down, i became invisible at school. Anna accepted my umpteenth offer to babysit, because it was her anniversary, and she couldn't find anyone else. I regretted the decision by the end of the night babysitting. Not because of the munchkins, because it was the first time i saw him.
I was drowsy, it had been a long day at school, and id been running around after Luke for a few hours. He was asleep in my arm now, and his sister was asleep in my other arm. I lay down on the couch and fell asleep.
Next thing i knew, i was waking up in a bed with only my tshirt (which was thankfully long) covering my dignity. A guy that looked a couple of years older than me was holding the two babies. Naturally, i looked around for the sharpest thing that was closest to me, (which was a hairbrush) and threw it at his head. I then proceeded to snatch the babies away and put them in their bedroom and stormed back. The guy was looking me up and down, and smirked when i walked in.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked him.
"Your boyfriend"
I stared at him. And then started laughing. Then i walked up to him, slapped him, and proceeded to ask again. "Lets try that again, with a bit more honesty from your part. Who the hell are you and what are you doing in Annas house?"
He looked at me defiantly and rubbed his cheeks.
"what if i dont want to tell you?"
I walked towards him threateningly, with my hand raised, and he hastily stepped back and held his hands up in defeat.
"My names Connor Quastria, and im Annas nephew, ive come to stay for a week."
"Why should i take your word for it?"
"You asked, didnt you?"
I glared at him. "prove that your not an imposter sent to kill us all."
He got out his phone and showed me Annas phone number. "Proof enough for you?"
I nodded before stalking out of the room.