So close to the holidays too :/
My day started out great too, my friend came over and did my nails again. We seem to make it a routine now. She did it a sort of snow flake style, as if it was snowing, not an emblem of a flake (although she did do that on both my pinkies) and instead of it being blue and white, she did purple and white with like small black spots to make it look prettier. They turned out great and we had a blast. Later that night my mom decided to have a family game night so I said "why not". My mistake.
We were playing this game we got years ago on our dvd player and it was only tow player so we had to take turns. We didn't even make it through the first two people to finish their game before my mother brought up "did you get your nails done again? Come on". I've asked her before not to say anything because my brother is far against anything to do with LGBT stuff. Not for religion, but personal preference I think (because he's atheist). It didn't take long for both him and my father to jump in on that conversation. What from my brother using any name possible to try and prove his point from my argument of "why does it matter to you" to my fathers "it's just not right", I'm not sure what got to me the most. But what I think what got to me the most was my mother's comment like "they don't even look good". Uhm, hello? Excuse you? I didn't freak out at them, I just stayed quiet and played the game to keep the peace. Here's the kicker.
We were about to play a round of the sorry board game when my brother and father went for a smoke. I confronted my mother asking why she'd say something after I asked her before not to. She got a little aggravated and rolled her eyes. I then went on to explain why it bothered me and how it was connected to how I was feeling and transitioning. What led me on to believe that she, nor any other of my family members actually care, all she had to say was "whatever".
I can't even explain how much that hurt. It's been days since the incident, and this is the first night I've spent home since. Luckily I have a friend who's parents would be fine if I moved in with them. I packed up a fair amount of my stuff and set out at around midnight to their place. Now I'm stuck with the decision of do I want to be with my family or live with my friend. Worst of all I have to make this decision on Christmas day.
How do you deal with this? I haven't been able to sleep, I'm more depressed than ever. Any advice? I'm so confused...
Rachel