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Just like how growing up I had an aunt Carol who lived with her best friend for 30 years. In a one bed room apartment. And for some reason she never found a husband. Go figure.
Same with my aunt. Her roommate then moved out and a new one moved in later. Whole town and family calls her a roommate. Refuses to accept she’s a lesbian.
When I came out as gay they disowned me. She also didn’t do anything.
You just had to find yourself a girl, like she did.
In fairness, for much of history it was perfectly normal for two people of the same gender to live together and eat together and sleep in the same bed and write affectionate letters to each other without that necessarily implying that they were lovers.
