This became way longer than I expected it to be, apparently I needed to write this a lot more than I originally thought I did. If you manage to make it to the bottom you get a virtual cookie. I'll edit this later to include links to the appropriate stories here on JNMIL.

After the Hospital Incident that was almost a year ago now (wow, time sure does fly by when you're NC with someone toxic!), Bufallo Millie tried to gaslight me that she was the victim. "Oh poor me! I was only trying to communicate because I loooooooveeeeee you!" By bullrushing, punching, slapping and scratching at me after trying to physically restrain me from walking away from a bad situation that was clearly getting worse by the second after she claimed I owed her money for a gift she got me, that I explicitly told her not to do.

In true enabler fashion my grandfather convinced the nurses to not call/cancel security after her psychotic display of aggression where she openly disowned me for being a transgender lesbian who refused to pay her reimbursements for a gift. Later, I told that I was partially to blame for the event despite not having done anything wrong in the situation (his words) and how I should forgive Bufallo Millie, because she bought me birthday presents!

Then my apartment burned down. I lost everything, and in a moment of insanity I called my grandparents. I told them what had happened and how we had suddenly become homeless. Bufallo Millie was screeching in the background and she eventually got the phone from him and tried to speak to me directly. I hung up without engaging.

Since then I can only assume that Bufallo Millie has been spinning the tail of her as the victim, how "her son thinks he's a lesbian now!" And how I cut contact with no provocation. After all, it isn't wrong or abusive that she would punch, slap, and scratch at me. That's just what mom's do! I should have known better than to make drive her to such levels of anger. (I'm going to stop here and emphasise how incredibly sarcastic and facetious I mean this. I don't for a second believe that anyone deserves this level of abuse.)

She has evidentally, according to yet another FM (my sister, who I raised as my own child from the time I was 8 years old until 19; for 11 years) had convinced everyone that I left because I didn't love them enough, that I was using all of them. (I'm sorry, how is it wrong to want emotional support from my family when I'm transitioning? Life is hard enough, we all know that even if most of you here are not transgender.) She has effectively brainwashed my sister into being a second mouthpiece for her abusive drival, to tell me how shitty of a person I am, and how selfish I am for transitioning. After all they're "Only like this when [Color-me-saphicly] is around." So it's clearly me fault, according to my sister (the golden child) and Bufallo Millie. Months of radio silence led to FM GC sister sending me a message begging me to reestablish contact, which I blocked.

Now, as I've said on my previous post it broke my heart to do this. I cried. Writing this I'm crying again because damn does it hurt. I raised that little girl for the majority of my life until I left to protect myself from Bufallo Millie, and she used that fact to lure me back in after the annulment of my first marriage. Let me repeat that: Bufallo Millie used the love I have for my sister, that I was forced to raise beginning when I was 8 years old, and the guilt I had for leaving her with that abusive monster that is Bufallo Millie, as a stick to beat me with. She would use it at every opportunity. Any time there was talk about me moving or getting my own place again this would come up. She would tell me how selfish I was for abandoning my sister, who needed me sooooooo much, especially now that my older brother is in the military and stationed elsewhere. I missed out on so many years and disappointed my sister by not showing up to watch her play the trumpet, the very instrument I played and loved to play but cannot anymore due to a physical condition and knowing how frequently I get migraines. So I clearly owed her my trumpet (a $2,000 instrument that was bought for me while I could still play), because Bufallo Millie had promised to give it to her since I wasn't using it anymore. I will admit here that I was glad to get rid of it, but pissed that I was being manipulated into it. In the end I cared more about freeing up space in our tiny apartment than spiting Buffalo Millie for her bullshi t behavior.

Now she was clearly using my sister as a lure again, only this time she was having the bait speak to herself. The message was something along the lines of "Why don't you love me anymore?" Because Bufallo Millie had clearly put within my head that you don't, otherwise you would be here to take her abuse, and "I want my big brother back" even though I'm clearly a woman and Bufallo Millie has not once ever accepted me as a woman and would constantly misgender and dead name me in front of my sister, making a big show of why she didn't need to gender me correctly or use my proper name (despite having used me proper name for over a decade before I came out). This clearly told little FM GC sister that I'm not a woman, not a real trans woman, because I don't want to sleep with men.

After that it's been a couple of months of radio silence again. I guess Bufallo Millie learned that I wouldn't be responding to that line of manipulation anymore. So she turned another reliable flying monkey: Aunt 2. Now it's important to note that Aunt 2 is not my aunt. She is the wife of one of Millie's few childhood friends and the only one who is willing to speak to her now, Uncle 2. I've always adored Uncle 2 and Aunt 2, and they were pretty much the only adults growing up who spoke to me like a person instead of treating me like a defective sack of rampant hormones (yes, I was actually called that by Bufallo Millie on several occasions. Not gonna lie, that's actually fucking hysterical to me.) Here is our conversation between FM Aunt 2 and I, obviously edited for privacy.

The gist of it that Bufallo Millie turned to her because she's "So distraught that she doesn't know where I am, or if I'm safe or even alive". I laid out clear ground rules, but as others pointed out before my post got taken down (not enough about Bufallo Millie, so here's the fix, hopefully everything is now in line with the rules here) she's probably has already told BM that I'm at least alive, safe, and still adamant that BM is a shit person (because she is) so I blocked her to keep myself, my wife, and our cat safe. But with this I did learn that Bufallo Millie truly doesn't know where I am, probably doesn't know what I look like anymore (goddess above, HRT is such a blessing for this). I can only hope that the FM I stupidly engaged with didn't think to save any of my pictures to give to Bufallo Millie.

After each and every contact from a FM or Message from Bufallo Millie I've gone into a hyper aware state, constantly looking over my shoulder afraid that she might have magically found me and has come to literally drag me by my hair kicking and screaming back to Hell. My FIL and my wife have taught me to use a shotgun. I hate guns. Like another user on here I much prefer my blades but, due to the apartment fire in October, I don't have them anymore. So we keep a shotgun next to the bed, and it's loaded. The state we live in is a stand your ground state, so I am perfectly within the law to use it should she ever break into my apartment while I'm home. I would really really really like it to never come to that. I don't even like squishing bugs (yeah yeah yeah, I'm a wimp with insects). But I will if it ever comes to that. I don't trust Bufallo Millie to never try this.

After my GC FM of a sister contacted me I locked down the apartment. I told the staff at the offices to our building to never let that woman in under any circumstances, I don't care if she claims that I'm in the hospital and need some of my stuff. That's what I have my wife for. I showed them a picture of her and explained, in detail, everything that I could to one woman and gave her permission to tell the rest of the office staff in case she wasn't here if Bufallo Millie decided to show up should she ever get my address. They have my contact information and a list of codewords to use with me in such an event. My boss is aware of the situation and knows that I will call the police if she shows up to my job, and I will hide in the back room and lock the door until he or the police arrive to remove her. Both my banks are aware of the situation and there are notes on my accounts to prevent her from getting access, as well as passwords should I walk into a bank and try to make a withdrawal.

Perhaps I'm overly cautious, but I lurk a lot on here and read a lot of the stories, so I know how bad it can get. I still have a lot of stories about Bufallo Millie that I haven't shared yet with anyone, not even my wife, because they are just so difficult to recount. Eventually I will share them here.

In the comments is a list of my previous posts under my old username, which I will no longer be using here, as it was a common username I used for years that Bufallo Millie may not may not know about. If the mods allow it I will repost them for berrevity's sake under my new username, until I get confirmation for such an action, the links (coppied from Bitchbot) will remain in the comments.

Edit: I have been approved to repost my old posts, provided they fall within subreddit guidelines. For now I will probably only repost the big things.

Edit 2: I am stupid. It has come to my attention that we've all been spelling Buffalo wrong. Bufallo should be Buffalo.