Telling my Catholic mother who named me after the Virgin Mary + 2 dead grandmas to fulfill a promise to a dead great grandmother & whose only frame of reference for nonbinary people is the sex in the city reboot that I am nonbinary and going by Charlie on Wednesday. How do we think that will go

I wake up, and I think about him. I go about my day, and I find reminders of him in everything. Before I go to bed, he is my last thought.