I want to be sympathetic, but this just reminds me too much of my own mom and my own family. She constantly says she just wants me to be happy, but really she wants me to be happy in a way that she can accept. The amount of queerphobic, homophobic, transphobic, shit my family will say so casually and expect me to not to take it personally because they love me and want the best for me makes the entire statement null.
Feel this heavy. It’s really hard when it’s your reality but it felt kinda nice to relate with this experience.