It was painful to learn that my mother wishes me dead just because I’m somehow “different.” It was pretty hard to come to terms with the fact that the person who carried me inside her, who washed my ass when I was little, can just say: “Go die.” But what am I losing by not seeing my mother? She didn’t have any kind of special motherly love for me. All I’m losing is the physical presence of a person who only yells at me, curses at me, and is always upset about something. And who spouted crazy fascist nonsense every day.

Source: ‘Maybe you’ll even come back’ Two Russian men recount how their own families tried to make them go to war — Meduza