>since i trooned out we’ve drifted so far apart>one time i asked her to do my injections
>she (a nurse) fucked it up so bad that half the e was still in the syringe
>we barely talk, she seems irritated when i do
>when i try to confide my emotions in her she misconstrues it as anger
>she blamed me for getting raped
the one person i thought i could count on for love and support thinks i’m a degenerate man injecting himself with estrogen who gets ticked off at the simplest little things. i try telling her that i hate living and she finds a way to make that mean that i’m somehow pissed at her. i’m trying to grow a backbone and just fucking kill myself at this point because if my own mom is treating me like this i should really not get my hopes up about the rest of the world