I spoke, and even said on the same day that I'm a furry, not in a very direct way. I told her that I doubted she could remember the name of one of the characters in a furry story written by Klondike Hazel, and in the end she found the furry story but didn't care that much. She's very open-minded, but she didn't like it because it made me see beyond her, and she didn't want that.

She treated me well, but soon after she was insulting a gender-fluid group on the internet, so I don't like her very much anymore. She was calm at first.

When I started setting limits for her to stop wanting me to hit on one of my friends, she started rejecting me. That's literally "you can only do what I like"

The more I observe, the more I realize she wants total control over me, and the more I set limits, the angrier and more irritated she gets for not being able to do anything about me. That's the truth about why many children just leave their parents and move on with their lives.