I'll let you know the basics of what happened yesterday.
My mom pulled the "You're a girl and being trans doesn't exist and it's your friends" etc...
So yeah. That's what I'm dealing with at home. I won't let you know any more detail as of now, but nothing is physical. So that's what drove me to my 'break'.
It'll probably happen again. I feel like I'm just complaining. Just being dramatic. 'Oh look at that girl. She's just pretending. She wants to figure out what's happening and wants to be a boy. Oh how... Pathetic.'
I dread going home at this point. I broke my non-bruising thing.
My mom says she loves me. I. Feel. Nothing. It isn't fun.
Yet another day in the life of me. Your... 'Queen'.
