Big hug! My mom lived to put people down. It took me until my thirties to realize that she wasn't a nice person, and that I should walk away from her negativity and lack of support. Through my forties I worked on understanding that I wasn't a bad person for walking away. Now in my fifties, I'm working through what a bad person I am for not really grieving much when she passed away last year.
What I'm trying to say is your mommy isn't always the princess you drew her as when you were a kid. Sometimes people don't learn to accept and give others their individuality. My mom never accepted or supported a single thing that I did in my life.
And she never knew a thing about me being transgender.
Hugs, Devlyn