*gives Natalia a big hug* I'm sorry.

I love my mom so much, I will be heartbroken when I lose her, so I can only imagine how you feel.
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I went to see my grandmother today, which was nice. We went out of town, but guess what, somehow family members were there. Extended, so...they're talking and then the whole awkward conversation begins.
"Oh, um, this is *birthname*, she changed her name to Caleb."
"OK...so, wait, what was...her...name?"
"*birthname*"
"Oh. OK."
"Caleb is doing her university."
I mean, omg. -_- Despite my dysphoria telling me I look like a woman, deep down, I know that I really don't and so they're probably thinking "jesus, she used to be so pretty, how the heck did this happen?" LOL.
My grandma said that it was obvious that they didn't recognize me...but that it's easier for her to tell them (about the name anyway, I assume she thinks the gender explains itself) now that I have been on hormones long enough. She never tells anyone unless they actually see me, I guess to explain why I look like a man. Because on the phone with her brother she said "Oh, just watching a movie with *birthname*" At first I felt angry, but I thought "well, if she said Caleb he'd have no clue who she meant, and he never sees me, so what do I really care?" After all, I'm the one who wants to live stealth. People I never see remembering me only as "her" actually works in my favour.