So, I had a pretty bad week last week.
On Monday, my mother was attacked by yellow jackets while cutting the grass, then brought them into the house via her clothes. I twas like WWIII trying to swat them all, and I had to hope that she wasn't going to go into anaphylactic shock. I found out a few days later that she'd wanted to kill herself on that day, and the day after. My mom is, aside from her hate/ignoring of my transness, a very good friend of mine.
Secondly, sometime last week, me and my girlfriend were having a conversation, and I found out that she plans on breaking up with me when she goes off to college next semester. I find this out right when I really start getting into the relationship.
Lastly, I find out that my very best friend, who's been there for me for almost two years now, is moving back to California on September 13th. His evil stepmother has finally pushed him to the edge, and so he's moving back to live with his mom, sister, and stepfather. He's been, probably, my biggest support system on being trans* so far. He was the first to start calling me "he," and "Reuben," and has even tried multiple times to get me to go into the men's room with him. I'm so heartbroken about this (him, too) that I can't even begin to express it. I haven't cried in months, and I've cried, or wanted to cry, almost every day since I found out.
I hate to sound like a whiner, or that I just want attention on a public forum, but I am genuinely upset, and just wanted to get this off of my chest. I do feel a lot better now, just posting this; before any replies are made.
