My "Dear loving mother"
Yes, this is a rant, yes it has been cut so you all don't have to see it.
This is to my mom. I know you'll never see it, so I'm ranting here.
What the hell? You tell me you're having money problems and cannot even afford to send me $50 bucks. You then turn around as a foster mom to one of our cousins and buy him an brand new $500 set of hockey equipment. WTF??? What happened to the "I'll love you and support you no matter what happens? I guess it flew out the window when I told you I was a girl. It was also incredibly demeaning for you to out me to the entire fucking church you're going to and then telling me "Well, I hope you don't mind." This is why I despise bible-thumpers like you. You can all rot in hell.
Seriously, you wonder why I only call you like once a month and complain you never get to talk to me. Of course not. I don't wanna talk to your fucking household. You're all a bunch of stuck up assholes who can't see past the end of thir own nose. I'm glad I dropped your fucking faith when I moved ot the city. I can't believe I used to want to be like you. You fucked me up for life.
The upbringing you gave me was incredibly sheltered to the point of "Well, we wont let him own a cap gun cuz he could shoot someone." Yeah, possibly you. Yeah, I made you miss your own brother's funeral, and yeah, I'm proud of it. That is nothing, I repeat *nothing* compared to how you screwed me up for the rest of my life. Thanks to what you taught me as a kid, I have had problems dealing with people and issues here in the city.
I cna't wait until I move to albeta so I can be as ar away from you as possible. Let me tell you something, you bitch. Since I've started my hormones, I can actually function for the first time in my life. You refuse to acknowledge this, going so far as to call my Richard when I'm wearing my skirts, you fucking whore bitch.
You've locked the pantry cupboards on me while you were away which took away any chance for a snack other than what you wanted me to have, which was usually nothing. Yeah, you had campfires, and you have a pool, that doesn't make up for the DECADE of torture you caused me by hiding the real world from me. What's even worse is now you have my little sister believing this crap.
I'd be freezing in the winter, and you'd force me to finish shovelling the driveway, despite the fact that I could not feel the ends of my fingers. You threatene to call the cops on me because someone asked me a question about my transition, and I answered. "If you talk about it again, I'll tell all the mothers just exactly what you are and what's going on." What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I shut you up tho. I told you that if any one had qustions, I wasn't going to deny them answers regardless of what you did or said. WHat's ven worse is you got my little sister to give me the fucking threat.
You and your entire line need to die.
I do not want to talk to you, I only do it out of respect for the fact that you gave birth to me.
I do not want to visit you. If you want to see me, you come to the city from now on
I WILL NOT be going to your fucking church except for carol sings on holiays, and no, I will not bow my head for your "grace". I received no grace at your place when I lived there, so I will not repsect your customs.
You say you want to get to know me, well, you can start off by getting your lips to know my ass as you kiss it, you self centered fucking nut.
This is to my mom. I know you'll never see it, so I'm ranting here.
What the hell? You tell me you're having money problems and cannot even afford to send me $50 bucks. You then turn around as a foster mom to one of our cousins and buy him an brand new $500 set of hockey equipment. WTF??? What happened to the "I'll love you and support you no matter what happens? I guess it flew out the window when I told you I was a girl. It was also incredibly demeaning for you to out me to the entire fucking church you're going to and then telling me "Well, I hope you don't mind." This is why I despise bible-thumpers like you. You can all rot in hell.
Seriously, you wonder why I only call you like once a month and complain you never get to talk to me. Of course not. I don't wanna talk to your fucking household. You're all a bunch of stuck up assholes who can't see past the end of thir own nose. I'm glad I dropped your fucking faith when I moved ot the city. I can't believe I used to want to be like you. You fucked me up for life.
The upbringing you gave me was incredibly sheltered to the point of "Well, we wont let him own a cap gun cuz he could shoot someone." Yeah, possibly you. Yeah, I made you miss your own brother's funeral, and yeah, I'm proud of it. That is nothing, I repeat *nothing* compared to how you screwed me up for the rest of my life. Thanks to what you taught me as a kid, I have had problems dealing with people and issues here in the city.
I cna't wait until I move to albeta so I can be as ar away from you as possible. Let me tell you something, you bitch. Since I've started my hormones, I can actually function for the first time in my life. You refuse to acknowledge this, going so far as to call my Richard when I'm wearing my skirts, you fucking whore bitch.
You've locked the pantry cupboards on me while you were away which took away any chance for a snack other than what you wanted me to have, which was usually nothing. Yeah, you had campfires, and you have a pool, that doesn't make up for the DECADE of torture you caused me by hiding the real world from me. What's even worse is now you have my little sister believing this crap.
I'd be freezing in the winter, and you'd force me to finish shovelling the driveway, despite the fact that I could not feel the ends of my fingers. You threatene to call the cops on me because someone asked me a question about my transition, and I answered. "If you talk about it again, I'll tell all the mothers just exactly what you are and what's going on." What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I shut you up tho. I told you that if any one had qustions, I wasn't going to deny them answers regardless of what you did or said. WHat's ven worse is you got my little sister to give me the fucking threat.
You and your entire line need to die.
I do not want to talk to you, I only do it out of respect for the fact that you gave birth to me.
I do not want to visit you. If you want to see me, you come to the city from now on
I WILL NOT be going to your fucking church except for carol sings on holiays, and no, I will not bow my head for your "grace". I received no grace at your place when I lived there, so I will not repsect your customs.
You say you want to get to know me, well, you can start off by getting your lips to know my ass as you kiss it, you self centered fucking nut.