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My Neighbhour asks how my brother is every time I see her, I don’t have a brother she’s talking about me pre- transition, this has been going on for years so I just make up wild stories and she just eats it up every time
I can’t tell her now, I think she would have a stroke.
I can’t tell her now, I think she would have a stroke.
She would probably be fine with me being trans but I’d look psychotic. I’ve lied to this woman for almost 5 years, it started as a joke that I can’t escape now, I need to move flat.
Her “how’s your brother doing ?”
Me - “yeah great, Sam is in the Swiss alps just milking cows because the owner of the farm has arthritis in both hands and can’t do it anymore”
Her - “oh that’s lovely, so kind of Sam”
Me - ...
Me - “yeah great, Sam is in the Swiss alps just milking cows because the owner of the farm has arthritis in both hands and can’t do it anymore”
Her - “oh that’s lovely, so kind of Sam”
Me - ...
I’m trying to deter her from asking at this point but the stories keep getting wilder and I think she’s just getting more engrossed in it.
Do I tell her Sam Died ? Where do I go from here?
I have regrets.
Should I?
I love that no one has voted for me to cease to exist yet. I like u guys.
Spoke to soon.
100 votes on the poll already, the consensus is that you want me to keep it going, give me elaborate stories, it’s been 5 years I can’t do this myself anymore.
My Neighbhour is definitely going to know now.
