She wanted to see me on her lunch break. I was nervous. I warned her I would be in girlmode, and, to be honest, ladies, I don’t think I have a boymode any more.
I feel like it went really well. The first thing she did was cry and hug me, telling me I’ve been through so much. We talked about the subsect of Christians that only have hate. We talked about how I came to this decision. About the kids. About what the next steps forward is. She wanted to really impress on me that she loves me, through and through.
Sometimes, it really is all in your head. Sometimes, I know it isn’t. Regardless, you are loved. I wish to formally extend my support and love to whoever needs it. Don’t forget, this community, it’s for us. We can try to be the support network you need, if you feel like you have no one else to turn to. You all have been so wonderful to me, helping with my questions as I come to terms with myself. Don’t be like I used to be, just lurking, afraid to ask. This is our safe space. There are no stupid questions. I love y’all.
I’m so glad this worked out for you, I’m nervous about how my mom will react. When I left home the last time, she came home early and caught me platonically with an effeminate guy. She screamed at me and said she couldn’t believe I would let that THING into her house.
Quite a few other instances of similar happenings.
Her husband threatened to rape me if I wanted to paint my nails
I know I shouldn’t, but I’m just kinda planning on when she eventually decides to come visit telling her then, but I may be so far along at that point it may be too much.
I don’t know.
It’s probably just me being my own worst critic.
I hope your mother has done some growth since then. Sometimes, it might just be better to let go. Just, be careful and temper your expectations, and have your partner by your side.