Mother-in-law: "Remember [megachurch they used to attend]? They shut down due to lack of money. :("

Spouse and sib-in-law: [all but throwing a party about it]

The boss who fought tooth and nail to get HR to acknowledge my transness and change my name (and failed because HR was a bunch of cissexist jerks, but that's a story for a different day) was also extremely racist and would not have done nearly as much for me if she'd known I was mixed.

The teacher/coach who helped me work through some of my horrible depression was very openly one of those Catholics who despises queer people, and would not have helped if she'd known I was trans.

The psychiatrist who helped me get antipsychotics that allowed me to stabilize myself was disdainful of addicts; if she'd known I'd been one, she would not have prescribed anything to me.

You either die closeted or live long enough to see all of your heroes disown you, I guess.

Me: "The good news is that, if we went with your parents' idea of a wedding, you'd finally get excommunicated."

Partner: "The bad news is that I'd probably get disowned."

My partner and I were both raised in very "no sex until marriage" families (theirs was Catholic, mine was secular and conservative).

We had sex at the first available opportunity, more than six years before we got around to inviting the government into our relationship.

Fun things to search for online: "how to tell Catholic parents that we're queer" and other adventures in Heterosexist Bullshit.