I get it, I do. My own mother has said to me, “you’re getting they/them at best, cause I know what I gave birth to and it wasn’t a girl!”

So I don’t drive her to the hospital to get her ailing legs looked at. She can arrange other transport. Also she can’t climb the stairs in my townhome and has never actually been here, a comfort I wrap myself in.

Here’s to shitty parents who can’t clear a bar on the ground.