A Rejected Mother
People may wonder why I'm such a raging bitch all the time, ruining people's lives one article at a time.
A bit harsh, but hey, that's how it is.
When I was very young, I liked men. I suppose. Enough to sleep with them.
And I had a child with the "Ex-Husband-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named". Look at me, being clever.
I loved my daughter very much. I didn't need a love interest to keep me happy, or keep me company. I had my daughter.
But by the time my daughter had grown up, and moved out, I became lonely again, and did find love.
...With another woman.
I didn't think this would be a serious problem, the wizarding world being generally accepting. I did decide to come out to my daughter first, then maybe sometime later let the world know.
I did not expect her to be so...unaccepting.
I went to her house one afternoon, though I did not bring my girlfriend (I believed it would make it easier for her). I was so excited to see my granddaughters, as well.
Lovely little girls, that had my daughter's (and before that, my) curly blonde hair.
When I sat down with her, tea that she had made for the two of us untouched, I thought of a good way to word it. Eventually, I just spat it out like,
"I like women!"
Classy.
The look in her eyes gave it away. Disgust. Discrimination. Just, disappointment.
"Oh." A few minutes past. Neither of us drank our tea. Continued to think, off in our own little worlds. She broke up the silence.
"I think you should go...I'll owl when you should visit again. Goodbye, mother." She said with disdain.
I left, hoping it would only be a little while until she owled.
...That was six years ago.
I am the mother who's not allowed to see her children anymore.