Good bye.

Good bye, "mom"

“You hurt me, and I still trusted you!” I yelled out, not quite prepared for what would happen in the next 10 minutes.

“’I hurt you?’ My son is pretending to be a girl! You know – your father wouldn’t- “

“My father,” I started, walking up to my mother, “wouldn’t bother to raise me even if I was a boy. Stop acting like he ever cared about either of us.”

I could feel myself starting to get choked up when I said that. I had always wanted both of my parents and with that fight I had lost the only one that bothered to raise me. She stared at me with wide eyes, holding tears back. Before I could say anything, she started up with her nonsense again.

“I gave you everything. Why can’t you give me this one thing? What did I do so wrong that you have to betray me like this? You’re my son and you know it, Alexander.”

‘Alexander.’ How I hate that stupid name. I’ve been called that for 19 years and not once has it ever felt right.

“You’ve given me everything? What have you ever given me? Not respecting me or even using my name? It’s Rose – which is honestly a lot quicker to say than Alexander. Oh wait! I know the best thing you’ve ever given me – six suicide attempts! Thank you so much for that!” I let venom seep into my voice at the end of my sentence.

She couldn’t even respond. Not even a quick, witty response – just standing there in silence. I sighed loudly and walked off to my room.

“What are you doing?” Mom called out.

“I’ll be gone in 5 minutes. I’m gonna pack my things and be out of your life. I always looked up to you growing up, but now the best thing I can do for myself is get you out of my life. Good bye.”