Why Mary Killed Me
a truth about a woman who would see me dead before owning a lick of accountability
Mary is an abuser of trans mothers with no will to stand in any acknowledgement of that fact.
She ruined my life and took my daughter from me by casting me directly out of the first and only intimate female friendship I had as a trans woman into a pit of chronic depression.
Reaching out for years on end wouldn’t matter, nor the lack of asking for much. They had chosen not to talk to me. My station as a most vulnerable and lonely person suffering would not matter to them, nor the fact I was a mother. They’d chosen to not talk to me. My deteriorating mental health was all my fault, none of the responsibility was theirs. The reflection of what they did to me was simply too much to face. They decided to just move on with life.
Who cares if I am dying or losing my daughter and they could save me with a conversation? Why would she care?
She chose not to talk to me.
