Hi everyone. Since my mom moved out a few months ago I haven't ever gone to her condo to visit her. She started getting really vocal about it. I know I sound like a bad daughter but honestly I hate being around my mom. She can just totally destroy my self confidence in minutes. She always makes me feel like a defective freak and like I'm just a silly little boy playing female dressup. But I did feel bad because I've never been to her new place so last night I went over there. Like a dummy I thought maybe we could have a nice visit. Yeah, no, didn't happen. 2 minutes after I got there she asked why I always wore flats and told me I needed to start wearing I heels. I told her I didn't wear heels for everyday running around. She said I needed to start because with heels I wouldn't look so short on first glance. She's always ragged on my height. She's tall and so are my dad and brother and she said that she couldn't imagine what happened to me. She said she would actually believe the hospital had switched babies on her but it wasn't like anyone could have switched me with a normal baby. Gee thanks mom.
So then she showed me around her condo and when we came to the second bedroom she said that was supposed to be my room and she reminded me again that she had bought that condo specifically because it had a big second bedroom. Then she said but I didn't want to live with her but that was fine. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to start that argument again. But she wasn't letting it drop. She asked me why on earth I wanted to live with my dad. She said he was born with a stick up his ass and that he was a total control freak when it came to me. Yes, my dad does get controlling with me but my mom never had any interest in me when I was a child. When I told her that she said from the time I was born my dad thought I was his alone and acted like I didn't have another parent. I find that very hard to believe.
I told her we didn't need to talk about that and could we please just have a nice visit. But she wouldn't let it go. She said she was tired of me acting like my dad was the big hero and she was some monster. Then she told me if it hadn't been for her, when I came out as trans not only would my dad not have allowed me to transition , that he would have disowned me and thrown me out. She said she had to talk him out of doing it. OMG! I can't believe she would look me right in the face and LIE like that. I guess she thinks I'm stupid enough to believe that even though I was there. My dad is the one who kind of dragged me out of the closet and he's the one who found my therapist and hrt Dr. Both parents have to sign the consent forms and my dad had to MAKE her sign it. She totally didn't want to! I told her if she was going to start ragging on my dad I was going to leave.
So then she said my dad wanted me to move out and that I would be doing him a favor moving in with her. That's BS, my dad doesn't want me to move out, in fact he wouldn't let me move out if I tried. I told her to please stop. She doesn't give a crap about me living with her. She just knows if I moved out it would totally upset and hurt my dad, which she would like a lot. So then for a while we did have kind of a nice visit and she showed me some new clothes she bought,etc. Then she asked me if I was still with Tristan. I told her yes I was and she just sighed and shook her head. I asked her what was wrong. She said nothing, she just didn't want me to get hurt. I asked her what she meant and she said that Tristan was a gorgeous boy and very much out of my league. She said she couldn't figure out what he wanted from me. She said there were beautiful young women all over the place and sooner or later he was going to find one, who is a real female and doesn't have my limitations and that I was going to get badly hurt. She asked me hadn't I ever thought of that before.
Of course I've thought about it! I worry about it all the time! I really didn't need her to throw it in my face. She especially could have left out the "real female" part! She said she wasn't trying to be mean but that I had to face reality. I face the reality of my situation every day of my miserable life. I don't need someone to remind me about it.
I just left. I held it together until I pulled out but I cried all the way home. Then when I got home my dad didn't even ask why I was crying. He knew I was at my mom's. I told him I would be ok and to let it go but he got furious and called my mom and bitched her out for like 15 minutes which I really didn't want him to do.
I honestly don't know why my mom hates me. She has to hate me to say things like that to me.