So two years ago I told my dad I’m lesbian. He got so angry and told me it’s in my head, and I’ll get over it. An argument happened and we didn’t talk for a little while. Then he told me he accepts me, it’s just not easy for him.

Fast forward two years later, the topic of being lesbian comes up again. We’re sitting and having breakfast and a commercial shows on tv of two men kissing. My dad started going on and on about how disgusting it is and that two men together and two women together bring nothing but sin.

He had a heart attack last year in May, thankfully a mild one. It wasn’t a major artery that was blocked, thankfully. And a few months later he told me he decided he wanted to become religious again. He was always religious, just closeted. Always in denial about it. Anyways.

I got annoyed with him saying all this about how being lesbian and gay is disgusting and sinful. So I said “You’re acting like they’re monsters. They’re still people and they deserve to be treated like people. Just because they’re attracted to the same sex.”

He apologized and said he didn’t mean to bother me about it. Later that night he seemed like he was upset. I asked him what’s wrong and he said nothing’s wrong. After he had a shower he sat with me and told me why he’s upset.

When I was a kid my mother never cooked at home. She always bought fast food for me, and I was overweight. Over 300 pounds. I worked on it as an adult and now I’m under 200 pounds.

So anyway, my dad said if my mother hadn’t bought me fast food so much as a kid, I would have been in a better shape, I would have had a couple boyfriends here and there, boys would have paid attention to me more, and I’d be interested in men as an adult, not women.

So he said I’m his daughter, he has no choice but to accept me. After that he didn’t talk to me for four days straight unless he had to. Didn’t look at me. Wasn’t laughing or joking with me. Pretty much being cold with me.

We walk our dog at night together because of coyotes. Two sets of eyes are better than one and all that. I went to stand next to him as we were waiting for the elevator and he sidestepped away from me. And I’m thinking “okay. What’s his problem? Is he that disgusted by me? Does he think I’m filthy for being attracted to women?”

So the next day I had had enough of him ignoring me and being cold with me. I told him that what he was doing was making me more depressed than I already am. I told him “I want my dad back. I miss talking and joking with you.” And all he said was “okay. I have to go to work.”

So I talked to my aunt about it and she said she would talk to him. She did, and after taking a shower I went out to see him after he got home from work and he gave me a long hug. About eight minutes. I didn’t time it, I just guessed.

He comforted me as I cried and kissed my forehead. He apologized for being so old fashioned and told me he was going to be more open minded from now on. I asked him if I do get a girlfriend at some point in the future, what’s going to happen? Is he going to be nice to her?

He told me he will be nice to her. So I was happy at first that he accepted me. But now I’m having my doubts. He’s kind of forgetful. He forgets some things just seconds after talking about them. So I told him I’m worried he’s going to forget about this. He told me he won’t forget.

But I have trust issues as it is, and I’m having a hard time trusting his words. Does he really mean what he said? Or was he lying to make me feel better? Is he really not going to forget about this? I can’t trust him. What do I do in this situation?

TLDR: I came out to my dad as lesbian two years ago, it came up again over breakfast. He was being cold with me for four days until I and my aunt talked to him. He told me he accepts me but I’m doubting his words. What do I do? Should I trust him?