She said, “You know all of my family voted for Trump. You just called them idiots”. I didn’t, but… well, if the shoe fits. Not surprisingly, this quickly devolved into a rapid fire back and forth, wherein she told me things like “Kamala slept her way to the top” and Trump “would be a better leader and protect our nation because everyone wants to destroy us” and “well, he was never convicted of assault”. My mom knows I’ve been assaulted, and she knows I’m queer. She also, obviously, knows I’m a woman. Hell, she knows I had my fallopian tubes removed after Roe v. Wade was overturned.

The thing is, I know my mom’s family are a bunch of conservative loons. I have limited contact with all of them as an adult, because I have no interest in entertaining their homophobia, racism, and sexism. I hope they know that I find their views despicable - I’ve been telling them as much since I was a kid. But my mom is my best friend. My dad died when I was a kid, and she didn’t keep up a relationship with his family, so it’s always felt like she was all I had. And I thought she was better than all of this.

So I hung up on her. I blocked her number. It’s not forever, but it’s all I could think to do in the moment. Now I’m sitting here, replaying all the things she’s said to me over the years, and realizing that none of this should come as a surprise. The signs have always been there, I just stubbornly refused to accept that my mom didn’t belong on a pedestal. I’m nearly 30 years old, and I still naively clung to my rose tinted glasses. Now that they’re off, I feel devastated. I spent yesterday evening sobbing and hardly managed to get two hours of sleep last night. I love my mom so much - it’s been all of 24 hours, and this is eating me alive. In the back of my mind I feel like I’m the crazy one for being so upset, but I just can’t look at her the same way now.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5633312&forum_id=2#48331047)