You can really tell someone's level of homophobia by their X-mas cards.
People who are accepting of us will send a card to both of us, by either Mr. & Mrs. Hector-Brown, or Andréa & Easton Hector-Brown.
But then again, there's those who choose the latter, because their level of transphobia won't allow them to put a 'Mr' on that envelope.
That doesn't bother me as much, because at least they feel that we're one married unit.
Alas, then there's the others.
Homophobic #1 will write us each a separate card, without any reference to Mr. or Mrs., enforcing their belief that we are not 'one' in our relationship.
They continue to view my love as female, and myself as a 'pretend' wife.
They won't accept that we are just like any other married family member who deserves the same treatment as the straights in the clan.
They are passive aggressive in nature and won't budge on their stance.
However, Homophobic #2 is even worse.
We will receive separate cards, and on our cards, both prefixes will say 'Miss'.
Not even a thought that we're married, or that my love is going through male transformation.
She got both painful digs in at one time.
Crafty, that old fart.
To the elderly, religiously brainwashed, old coot of 96, we will remain single women, even though she actually walked Papi down the aisle for our wedding.
But to even add more salt to the wound, the G'ma will put my love's chosen ...
... and legal for fucks sakes!! ...
... name, then Papi's birth name in brackets with 'aka' written before it.
I don't know.
I really don't think the old fart is doing this because of Alzheimer's. She's just an abusive, manipulative woman, who grabs any opportunity to show us how she really feels.
Even though we're miles away in another province right now, the miserable old poop has to find a way to irk us.
There's really no break from the g'ma's nagging either.
She has to call and make sure that she belittles our levels of responsibility.
In other words, we are both stupid and immature, we had a pretend marriage, and are just roommates.
And people wonder why I don't celebrate X-mas?
Because the sheep who talk to imaginary beings in the sky can be so full of hate, and g'mas level is so deep with hate that even her pastor is trying to persuade her to be more loving and accepting.
Why the fuck would I want to celebrate some dead guy who has followers with this behaviour?
But I'll still eat your turkey.