When I came out to my mother she initially thought it was a joke, then called me "Buffalo Bill" (the killer from Silence of the Lambs that kidnapped and murdered women then wore their skin). After a string of harassment I left. She tried to get me to stop by threatening to call the cops on me and tell them that I was driving while drunk (I don't drink). After I left she went against my wishes and called every member of my family and outed me in the most horrific and straight up rude ways possible. I kept giving her chances to come around but 2 years later she got drunk and high and harassed me and called me a "faggot that can't have kids". That was a little more than a year ago and I haven't talked to her since. She is going to eventually drink herself to death and have to lay on her deathbed knowing that she was a terrible person and that those were her last words to me.

It sucks not having a parent but I feel that she never really was my parent to begin with. Going no contact with her was definitely good for my mental health but knowing that I'll never have a single parent in my life definitely hurts. I'm sorry that happened with your father but just know that it DOES get better.