i love my mom despite some of the things she says that are problematic. i try to tell her what she did wrong and why they were problematic and most of the time she understands
but i also have to understand that she was born in a different time and in a different country and she has a hard time understanding some things.
shes super sweet and nice and not that ‘fake sweet mom that only acts sweet infront of other people’ i mean she really REALLY is sweet and nice she would give anyone her life savings if she saw that they were down in the dumps even though she is so poor herself shes on the verge of homelessness a LOT.
i love my mom. she tries SO hard to get my gender right she tries so hard to say my real name she tries she really does, although she doesnt get it right 90% of the time she was so excited when she sent me a package in the mail that she had to call me to tell me she was so happy that she wrote my correct name on the box. it made me tear up ;;;;
oh and that other time she had called me all excited telling me that when a person asked her how many children she had she said ‘three boys!’ she was so happy to tell me that. that i felt SO bad when i had to correct her again telling her, ‘’no, ma, you have -two- boys and -one- girl’’ and she gasped and felt so bad bc she had forgotten that my little sister came out a few months before telling me that she was infact a girl. (im sorry ma its gonna be hard for you to get used to TWO trans kids but i believe in you i believe you can do it)
sorry for the random love for my mom ;;;; i just had a dream about her and im crying so much rn i love my mom ;;;
and im so proud of her for finally taking the first steps in divorcing my dad im so happy to go back home and for him not to be there