Longtime lurker, first time poster
One of my oldest friends trooned out about 5 years ago after meeting some Tindr skank, and it wasn't a short process, it happened pretty soon after they got together. Since both of our moms worked at the same office around the time when we were born, they decided to introduce us to each other when me and the troon's brother were around 5, and he was 4. We were best friends for most of our lives after that. We would go on vacations to Chicago every year for the longest time together, and those were some of the happiest memories of my life. But when this green haired Genderspecial walked into his life, he was very quick to throw all of us under the bus. Around this time, I was more accepting of trannies, but you could say I was always kinda skeptical since it was really starting to take off when I was getting close to leaving high school. At first I tried to not think about it too much, but I should've known it was over when he started to look like a Metrosexual Joker, and I would've saved myself a lot of pain if I'd have. Anyway, so as time goes on, he starts to get really nasty, and I recall a time when he stormed out of his brother's graduation party because he got angry about how he and I used to say the word 'Fag', when were both 12 fucking years old, and he promptly blocks both me and his brother out of the blue later on, later he blocked his parents as well, only ever making contact with his dad again when he needed money to fix a broken toilet. After that, it was radio silence for a while
So in about August of 2022, the family's grandma, who's been suffering from dementia for a long time, was very clearly on her deathbed. And since I had moved to NYC in that time, I flew out to go and see my friend and his family since I could only imagine how painful the whole situation was, and I wanted to help out in anyway I could. So when I get to the small town the grandma lived in and unpack, she died about a day after I showed up surrounded by her family, all except the troon. Later on, I decided to take my friend out for a beer to try and make things a little better, and he tells me that he and his family tried to contact the brother multiple times when it was very clear the grandma was not going to be around much longer. So I decided to take a look at the troon's Facebook page and see what was going on. And wouldn't you know it, the whole time his grandma was slowly dying with a brain that had turned to oatmeal, he was complaining about getting fired from his dishwashing job in a nearby larger town, claiming the staff was transphobic for firing him because he put up a few trans pride stickers on the front window the restaurant, which they had told him not to do several times, even going as far as allowing him to put some up inside the restaurant. He even went as far as to organize a whole harassment campaign against the restaurant online, which lead to both bad reviews and even a few threatening phone calls to the staff from fellow troons who he rallied
And did he mention the passing of his grandma even once? Nope, just an endless thread of tranny bullshit
I ended up flying back a week later so I could attend the funeral. I know I can't replace the son they lost, but I try to keep in touch with them as much as I can. The whole thing makes my heart hurt, but even back then, it showed us all the truth about trannies, and there's no going back now. I know I have to take the good with the bad in life, but when the troon's dad told me that he still mourns him despite the fact he's not even dead, I felt it. Sorry if I rambled like the newfag I am, but this is the only place I really feel like I can get it off my chest online
Edit: grammer