The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2

High School Graduation

I fucking h a t e my mother. Moreso the monster. But my mom puts these stupid thoughts that I try to repress in my head.

So Buttface went on visitation with The Monster tonight, as he does every Tuesday and every Thursday. Something about this visit was concerning though, as not five minutes after he left our house he texted my mom:

"omg help me"

Thank goodness nothing necessarily serious was wrong, she was just yelling about how she's upset about some things going on in the court and how what happens in my life is her business (newsflash, it isn't) and how she wants to know everything about how my parents are running our house and how my mom sends her 'nasty emails' and like.

Bitch.

I was fucking pissed, but let's skip until later on, hm?

So I walked out of my room with the intent to shower, but ended up walking in on my little brother worriedly talking to my mom about his eighth grade graduation and how he doesn't want The Monster to go and ruin it like she did for me.

Let's keep in mind I could not attend my own eighth grade graduation because of the fear she would come when she was not invited.

And guess who showed up when I didn't?

The Monster.

I literally did not invite her, and yet she came anyway.

She has no right legally by the court to know about my life. IT'S IN THE FUCKING COURT WRITING. She doesn't get my report cards nor does she get any information about me. Legally. And my high school isn't supposed to give her any information about me, nor are they to let her pick me up from the school.

But of course, my mom just had to remind me of how next year for my graduation from high school, it's all up in the air. She can call the school and find out where and when the graduation is, probably demand a ticket, and get in.

And ruin.

Everything.

So don't mind me. I had like three subsequent panic attacks in the shower but it's all good.

Grey out. (demiboy)