humanity
Humanity begins at home.
A Rant About My Family
You know what, sure, my depression is being worsened by you telling me to drop out of the one school in the one town I’ve finally found a home and a family in. It’s you telling me that I don’t have a future for myself because my boyfriend’s life is expensive, because of your ungodly transphobia and unwillingness to learn anything. It’s you telling me you think me going home to where I’ve proven I’m happy is going to cause me to kill myself and you want to keep an eye on me, because I’m obviously /so much happier/ in this fucking town. It’s you telling me that I’m gorgeous, and there’s no reason for me to dress like a boy or try and pretend to be one, because Heaven forbid your child turn out to be trans. Heaven forbid your only daughter might not be your daughter after all, but aren’t I still your child? It’s you telling me that I’ve been straight for the past 5 years instead of queer like I’ve been identifying because I’ve been in three long term relationships with men.
By skittly boo8 years ago in Families
On My Way
My dad had never really been an easy person to get along with. Either he was upset all the time, stressing over the way things have been going with life in general: kids, money, bills, wife life, or whatever it was at that time; In his eyes, I always felt like a lesser person. I know now in my years of pondering what was, what is, and what could be..and WHY things are this way, I know he did everything in his power to make sure we were all taken care of. No matter the cost of self. He put all of his dreams and aspirations aside to make sure that the kids in this family were all fed, clothed, and supported. We made the best of what we had, and when things got rough, he was always there to make it right. Even though more times than less, it was all out of his pockets, and truthfully, ruined any chance of retiring for him.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Families
On My Way
So I guess we'll start from the beginning, where things really started going downhill. My parents separated when I was 13; now I have plenty of good stories to tell from even before this time, but I want to hit these crucial points so you may understand exactly where I am coming from and how I got to where I am. We'll spend plenty of time delving into the other stories in the future. Shall we start with the lead up to the move then? We'll start with Mom.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Families
On My Way
So, in the last article we focused on the why and how things got the way they were. In this one I would like to focus on the shenanigans that lead and kept me in difficult situations. Both with family and friends. From legal points mainly. We'll start with school and how things turned sour.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Families
