I went to live with my family for 2 weeks this year.
I realised something really strange.
That they kept presenting options to me about places that was never my own room.
Of course I acquiesced to observe.
But by the 11th day it just got weirder…not going any further into this.
What I realise now is that never really loved me and I can accept that without flinching.
Why? Well, they never really fully 100% tried to raise me as the woman I wanted to be/supposed to be – ofc I’m doing that now.
I never had the same rights as my brothers and I never will.
All my legally owned things – land, property, childhood belongings – engulfed or discarded for their own purposes. It was ofc to be used for that thing I’ve been avoiding for a decade – its not for me
And because of this (I can say this without flinching) I am disowned, estranged, basically I only have the surname and genetics.
I sat outside my own house for 12 hours for one day to be let in
