I am trans. Nothing I can do about that. And lots of times, given a choice, I wouldn't do anything about it even if I could. In a way I like being trans. Why? Because it's me. It's who I am. And believe it or not, there are times I can actually like me--warts and all.
In a way I always lived my life for my mom and dad. It was a waste of a lot of years. They didn't even know I was doing it. And my mom passed away about three years ago and one feeling I have towards her is resentment--because she made me live life on her terms. Except that she didn't. It was my own cowardice and stupidity that made me live the way I did.
I don't know what she'd think about me now. But Mom, I'm happy now, a lot happier than I ever was before. Mom, I always needed to live life on my terms. Not that I don't love you. I simply have no choice in the matter. Can you accept my happiness?