conversations i’ve had with my mom this week about top surgery that will make my brain melt if i try too hard to make sense of them:
i was talking to her about how i might have to extend my medical leave because i probably won’t be ready to work at 4 weeks. she told me she didn’t expect my recovery to take this long. this is the same woman who, before i got top surgery, told me horror stories about someone she knew who had complications for months after having a mastectomy. was she just making shit up? was she lecturing me about things she was actively still in denial about? i can’t even begin to guess.
i mentioned to her that i’ve been posting about my experiences with recovery and she seemed…offended? by the idea that i was talking about it publicly. i shouldn’t be surprised because she’s the one who once told me the online trans community is “cult-like” and that she thought i was only getting top surgery because the trans people in my computer convinced me. the thing is, she’s also constantly asking me how my recovery timeline compares to other people so i…don’t know how she expects me to get that information if she also thinks talking to people about my recovery is bad.
she was asking me about how my incisions are healing and she told me to describe how they look to her…but “not anything that’ll make me cry”. do i know what she meant by that? nope! i can only assume the right move was to not describe anything too in-depth, even if it meant not including important details because they might upset her. priorities, am i right?
she asked me if, having been through the worst of recovery and knowing what it’s like, i would still make the same choice to get top surgery. obviously i said i would. she then proceeded to keep saying things like “really? are you sure? even after all this? you know you don’t have to say that, right?” as if it was completely impossible to believe i don’t regret this. why did she ask if she didn’t really want to hear the answer? god only knows.
we found out how much my insurance paid for the part of my surgery costs that were covered and it turns out they paid way more than any of the estimates i was given. my mom kept saying “that’s a lot of money you know” over and over again, as if i didn’t know that an amount of money high enough to buy a small house is a lot. i think she was trying to make some kind of point. what point? idk man.
0/10 totally incomprehensible interactions. i don’t even know what to make of them. i think now that the surgery is done and she can’t fight it anymore, she’s gone from being overtly ridiculous about it to just bringing the absolute weirdest vibes to every conversation about it.
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Wonder what that smile is for.
Also a bit of an announcement here (dw I'm not dropping the au)
I will be changing the upload schedule from now on from 1 page every sunday to multiple pages once a month.
This is because I while back I went on a trip and couldn't upload but i still kept working on the au and in doing so I realized the way i was making and uploading the comic (every sunday) was actually killing my creativity and sending me into creative blocks every few months. In the month I was away I managed to get done way more than I did with my usual system and I felt more motivated to keep going.
Really all this means is comic will progress a bit more sporadically but with less breaks due to creative blocks. Sorry to anyone who is following this au and thanks for all your love and support
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*read tags for fun facts. mostly written while half asleep. not edited.
"Oh," she says, the corners of her mouth drooping into that familiar frown that accompanied the majority of his high school career. She sets her mug down on the coffee table.
Oh? A similar frown is quick to replace the elated grin his face had adorned when he arrived. "'Oh' is what people say when they get socks on their birthday, Mom. Not when their son tells them that he's engaged!"
"It's just..." she hesitates, as if looking for the correct words. "...you're still so young."
"I'm almost 22. I--"
"Exactly! Only 22!" Emily interrupts. "How can you be sure?!"
"What?! Mom! This is Julie we are talking about!" Luke can't sit still and stands up from the couch. Resentment builds within him. Why can't she ever be supportive from the get go?
"Well.. You've only ever had the one relationship. You can't know what you want really, never having experienced other relationships."
His mouth drops open in disbelief. She cant honestly be suggesting what he thinks she might be.
"I thought you liked Julie!" His hand flies up with the statement, emphasizing his frustrations.
Emily stands, no longer able to remain seated as the conversations heats up.
"Luke, Julie is lovely. And lord knows she's done you a world of good, but you could really benefit from dating around a little!"
Oh, so she is saying what he thought she was saying.
He let's out a humorless huff of a laugh. "Are you insane? You think I should give up the best thing in my life, a sure thing, on the chance I might find someone that can make me just as happy somewhere down the line? Yeah, that math doesn't check out."
She is getting visibly agitated now as she takes a step closer to him.
"Julie will always be your teenage girlfriend. Your relationship will never be more than that of children!"
"God. Do you hear yourself?! Julie's not in her teens anymore. Our relationship has grown with us. We have supported each other through personal growth, and continue to challenge each other to be the best we can be! We've already been there through hardship together." Luke leans into Emily's personal space, not wanting to back down. It's a familiar dance at this point, these arguments with his mom. That thought gives him pause but he never drops eye contact.
His mom claims that Julie would prevent him from flourishing as an adult, but in this moment, with Emily, he feels the most like he's a kid again in the worst way possible. Suddenly, he feels very tired. He takes a step back with a sigh.
"You're unbelievable." His normal volume voice sounds quiet after the heightened pitches from a moment before. He turns and heads for the front door. There is no point in staying.
"Luke? Luke! Get back here!" Emily follows after him. "Most marriages at your age end in divorce! I'm just trying to help you not make a mistake that will ruin your future!"
Luke's at the door but he spins suddenly to face Emily one last time. "It's not a mistake, mom! If you could just see all the ways she loves me, maybe you would understand why I feel this way. How I know this is the right thing to do."
"But Luke--"
This time he interrupts her, not caring to hear anymore of what she's likely to say. "I mean, if you could see how bright her eyes get when she says she loves me. I just.. " Julie's smile, eyes full of mirth flashes in his mind, replacing a lot of the angerfilled responses he wants to shout at his mom. "There's no way being with her could ever be a mistake."
He opens the door and steps outside. "If you can't be happy for us, don't bother joining in on the celebrations."
He closes the door behind him. His mom might have tried to say more but he honestly couldn't care less anymore. It's time to head home. Back to the welcoming arms of the woman he loves and can't wait to marry. She makes him a better writer, and a better man. She supports him and his dreams more than his mom ever has. This exchange has proven that all his mom will ever be good for is giving him great song ideas. But the one starting to ruminate in his brain this time promises to be a lot happier than Unsaid Emily.
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