It’s sad to think that I was never close with my mom and was never able to coexist with her until now. I really dislike the people she hangs out with and she tries to attribute it to jealousy or the fact that she likes these people more than my father, but it’s really just the fact that these people she hangs with are just terrible people.
The one person she calls her best friend has hit her on multiple occasions and even embarrassed her in public multiple times, getting a little too drunk to function in public and cutting the line at a ticketed event.
I didn’t realize this inability to coexist with her in the same house because up until that point, I had always lived with my dad. I feel bad because she always tries to be nice to me and even takes me on vacation each year, but I can’t be around these people she calls her friends.
She got upset with me on a few occasions about this, telling me that I’m being ungrateful and that I should let her hang out with whoever she wants in the house she pays for. She tells me that I’m not giving her friend a chance, even though he had asked me to strip on multiple occasions. He said he was joking, but this makes me uncomfortable, especially since he makes comments on my body despite my lack of reciprocation. He also deadnames me, and calls me an ******* for not accepting the name I was given at birth. My mom defends this by saying “he isn’t calling you (insert deadname), he’s just saying it.”
I truthfully feel that she has more respect for this guy than her child, and that’s what’s upsetting.
