I wish I knew how to say this to their faces

This isn't a cry for help on my part, in fact life is going pretty well for me. But this is something I've been wanting to actually send but can't seem to muster up the courage to do so.To: Mom and DadBefore I get into anything, I just want to start off with the fact that you two are the best parents I could have asked for. It’s not even the big things that I will always remember as what makes you great parents, like helping finance college, letting me study abroad, or paying for golf and chess classes when I was younger. A lot of it was just the small things that I never really considered were that big until I started working myself. Driving us (my brother and I) to tutoring (even though I despised it), to kung fu, to golf, all the while doing this right after you finished working. Every time I finish work now I just want to go home and rest, but you didn’t. I remember always being confused why you were so tired, but now I understand and that makes me that much more grateful for what you did for me. You will always be my parents and you I will always love and respect you both for all of your sacrifices.For a long time, I struggled with depression. I don’t know if this comes to a surprise to you, but I wanted to kill myself multiple times in high school and one major time in college (completely unrelated). Back in high school, the promise of a better future is always just slightly too far away while growing up gay in a Christian school was just too much. I don’t know if anyone in school knew, but constantly being bombarded by conservative messages about the sins of homosexuality. We did have a few chapel sessions where these were explicitly stated, but it was also the small things. People just making an offhand comment about how gay people were disgusting or something like that. I wasn’t very popular in high school so I didn’t have that many friends to help me through this either (and many of the ones I did have I was afraid to tell). I had thought about downing a bottle of alcohol and ibuprofen in high school. It’s why I never drank until I was 23. Admittedly that would have been a stupid way to end things as I would have just vomited everything up, but hey, 14 year olds aren’t very smart. I survived that all, went to college and things got a lot better. I came out to a lot of my friends and now I have people that I know I can rely on.I know, mom, that you find that gay people are evil, scary, pushy or… something? But I hope you can accept me. And dad, I know you’re probably okay with it, but I wouldn’t want to tell you something and make you hide it from mom. I know you guys aren’t expecting this from me but I can’t say I’m sorry because there was nothing I could do about it. I want to have a family. I want to adopt kids and I would love it if you were involved in their lives. (in the future if I ever get a boyfriend/husband first of course…)I am now in a position to be living on my own at the age of 25 thanks to you guys who supported me throughout my life. I will be there for you when you retire and I will never stop caring for you two. I hope you’re still proud of me when you read this because I’m still proud to call you my parents. I just wish I had the courage to send this to you.From: Your youngest son