When I told my mom I was gay, she didn't sound very shocked. It didn't feel like a normal thing to me, and I knew there was no way she could have known when I was younger, I hadn't even known. But it was almost as if she had suspected it.
When I told her, I was expecting to be yelled at, and disowned. Instead, she told me that she still loved me, and asked me to call her if I ever needed to talk. I was so grateful to have such a supportive mom at the time. It made the world not seem so bad.