Ahhh, so separate from depression shit going on: guess what I learned yesterday! Apparently Ariel wasn't just not using my pronouns consistently and not interested in improving that (but still using other people's). She was actively correcting other people from they/them to she/her when I wasn't around. And because I don't enforce my pronouns that much (it makes me uncomfortable, for one, and I'm also generally not particularly upset by people messing up from time to time), people were starting to use she/her. The mystery of why people have been using they/them less these last few weeks, finally solved! I am so pissed. And am now enforcing my pronouns. Additionally, my mother and aunt (her sister) visited yesterday. It was nice! I haven't seen my aunt in two? three? years, and it was a surprise visit, and we went out to dinner (Forest joined us) and it was Good. I also got to break the news that Ariel and I broken up, and finally got to vent and trash talk a little (I've been trying not, because I'm trying not to let myself be mean and petty, but it was so nice to just bitch for a little while). My mother told me she was glad I had done this, because Ariel had clearly been emotionally abusing me, which honestly surprised me. (The thing that finally made me go "I'm not comfortable with our relationship" was that Ariel had started doing things that paralleled my mother. To have my mother label Ariel's behavior as abusive, when she has vehemently denied that her own actions have hurt me and would repeatedly tell my therapist in high school that I was exaggerating and lying, was interesting.) I also brought up my money problems, and let my mother know I don't expect to have more than maybe $600 by next semester (which puts me at roughly $1000 short of my tuition now; with what's been going on, I've had to dip into my tuition fund to pay for my meds and hospital fees and there is no feasible way for me have $1600 by January 5) and my mother looked kinda thoughtful and said, "we'll make this work." So. "Drop out next semester" may have been an empty threat. Since my mother was here, I had her take all of my glass things home, since I don't trust Ariel and can't really store them in Forest's room indefinitely. I was going to take them home for Thanksgiving break anyway, so this was good. I also had her take my box of matches and candles, because it is technically contraband at my school, and as with the alcohol, I suspect Ariel may attempt to get me in trouble for it.