06 August, Friday

06 August, Friday, Diary I just had the most difficult conversation with my mother on the phone and told her everything. Let’s say it. I’m scared to sign it after a heated argument with my mom. Mom said things I had to jot down and look up after hanging up the phone last night. Oh, shit! Mom! Outside the door!

Mom just left! Diary, what did I do? Now I’m officially clothless with nothing to wear! Mom made me toss everything into the dumpsters. She watched me sign the employment acceptance letter and listened to the conversation with Human Resources to finish the onboarding documentation, with my first day being this upcoming Monday orientation. The last thing they said about respecting my lifestyle choices of living freely in my skin.

Feeling my future sealed now in a fantasy of a world without the bother of getting dressed. At the dumpster, some of those items mom had me toss recently purchased. Now I am in this apartment with a closet full of nothing or anything that could be considered clothes. Mom even had me carry most of my bedding. I argued with her about when it becomes colder in the fall. She told me to walk faster when the temperature dips.

Diary here is the worst part of mom’s visit. Later at four, mom wants me to be at the house. She told me friends and family congratulated me on my new job. No, I don’t have anything to wear besides that smile. Mom said, “I made my bed and now got to sleep in it.”

My life turned upside down, and I do not have a stitch of clothing to my name. Bye for now.