(We are visiting my dad’s mother on a vacation. My little sister and I go with my dad. It was only a couple years ago that she came out to us as MTF and started her beautiful transition. Now, mind you, my grandmother used to favor her when we were young when she was a boy. This is because she is quite sexist and believes that a woman’s job is to stay home, cook and clean, and look pretty. But her views have changed for the worse. I am now 22, and she is 19.)
Grandma: *confiding in me* “You know, I don’t know what to get [Sister] anymore for gifts.”
Me: “Well, I dunno. Maybe [Sister] would like gift cards to her stores, or some makeup?”
Grandma: “No! No! He isn’t a [gay slur]! He’s going to be the man of the house and it is going to stay that way!”
Me: “Well, I don’t know. But clearly, she’s been sitting on this part of herself for a while. Just get her some lipstick.” *already getting aggravated*
Grandma: “No! She needs a toolbox! A girlfriend, even! Who is going to take over the family when your father is gone?!”
Me: “Well, there’s me, [Younger Sister], [Older Sister], so it shouldn’t be too hard.”
Grandma: “Are you kidding?! Ladies like you and [Older Sister] are not meant to deal with finances like a house. You’ll be finding husbands soon, anyway; maybe one of them can take over the family.”
Me: “What? Are you f****** kidding me?”
Grandma: “Ah! Don’t use that language with me! None of this would be a problem if [Sister] didn’t decide to be a [trans slur]!”
(As if on cue, my sister and my dad come into the room, hearing the tirade his mother is spewing again. Poor [Sister] looks pale and mortified from the comment.)
Dad: *firmly* “Mom, don’t use that kind of language, please. [Sister] is right here and I don’t like her dealing with that.”
Grandma: “Don’t you butt into our conversation! It’s none of your business!”
Dad: “Well, it is my business if it has anything to do with any of my beautiful daughters. I think you need to go cool off.”
(She’s known for being quite crazy when she gets mad like this, so the next steps are very necessary when she doesn’t comply.)
Dad: “Okay, so, we are going to pack up early and leave.”
Me: “Okay? Did she finally stop running her mouth?”
Dad: “No, and that’s why we’re leaving. I’m not subjecting [Sister] to this for an entire week. We can go hang out with [Other Family we know around here].”
(After that, we left and didn’t have to deal with her again for the rest of the trip!)