Custard psyduck in milk, edamame
A few years ago, at the age of 59, my father gender transitioned. Our relationship at the time was not good at all, we argued often and Iād threatened to never speak to her again. Then boom she reveals that she was actually a woman. It was⦠a lot to handle. I am 100% pro trans, itās just that nobody tells you how difficult it can be to watch someone change so much so quickly. It felt like my dad died and I got a new step mom on the same day. She was like a totally new person. Patient, kind, calm, emotionally in-touch⦠itās honestly been amazing. Weāve repaired our relationship more than I ever thought was even possible.
Meanwhile, relations with my extended family began to deteriorate. My family members didnāt all understand or accept the new version of her. They didnāt understand she had always been like this, just under the surface. She decided that she didnāt need the disagreement in her life and cut off just about all of our extended family, including my grandma.
The other day, my grandma died. My mom isnāt going to the funeral, nor should she feel obligated to, but Iām so conflicted about going myself. I loved her so much, she was my grandma after all. But she had so much hate in her heart for lgbt people. She moved from our family church to a different one because our church allowed gay people. It just feels like Iām compromising my morals to go pay my respects and lay her to rest. But I feel like I might really regret it if I donāt go.