I’m Moving
I texted my younger sister yesterday. She may be younger, but she’s already married, living on her own, and now she’s a mother. I texted her, asking if she remembered the Powerpuff Girls game she used to have on GameCube. I don’t know why I thought about it, but I asked if she remembered how difficult that game used to be. We laughed, knowing that if we were to try and play it today, the part we always got stuck at would probably be close to the beginning.
I texted her again later in the day. I wanted to rant a bit about our mom, it’s something we both do every now and then. I asked her, and I quote, “if mom managed to lose weight and was close to your weight and started wanting to take full body pics with you, would you feel really uncomfortable?”. Her reply was, “oh my god, what? That’s awful! Like comparing sizes? That’s so terrible don’t do that”, which is exactly how I’d been feeling. My mom isn’t one to ask for pictures together, let alone full body pictures. I told her I wasn’t interested, and that I didn’t want to be compared. She became slightly defensive, but there wasn’t much said in an attempt to deny that she wanted the picture for comparative purposes.
This conversation with my sister sparked her asking me to move in with her and her husband. She said she understands how toxic of an environment it is here with the parent’s, and she wants me out. It isn’t the first time they’ve asked me to move in, but previously I had told them no. I convinced myself that I was better off here, but I believe I’m finally realizing that this environment is mentally and emotionally taxing. So I agreed to move in with my sister.
They don’t live very far from my parents, and their house is plenty big enough for me. I’ve been there many times before, and I’m typically the one who would go watch the dogs while they were away. I don’t plan on living with them long. My plan has always been that as soon as I can get a job in the medical field, and start earning enough income, then I can afford to get my own small apartment. I could last with my parents until I’m ready to live on my own, but my sister reminded me I didn’t have to. That I’m not forced to stay in a toxic environment.
They want me to move in ASAP, and offered to come help me move today. I asked if they would attempt to call me my name, rather than my birth name, and maybe use they/them pronouns if they couldn’t use he/him. She said they would do their best, and that’s all I can ask for. My parent’s don’t attempt whatsoever. It’s already such a different feeling than I’m used to, and I haven’t even started boxing my belongings yet.
However, I did say I’d like to be moved in by this weekend. So perhaps I should go start boxing up my things. This is a big change, and I’m excited but nervous. It’ll be fun.