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Input: This whole situation is short, but pretty messy.
Basically, two years ago I realized I was FTM and I came out at school a few months after that, and then my school, regarding the laws in my home state, were forced to out me to my parents. My dad was the one I came out to first because I knew he'd be better at dealing with it than my mom.
My mom's from Russia, and so she obviously doesn't have the most accepting views in the world. When I came out as bisexual to her before I told her I was transgender, she just told me it was a phase and that I would end up straight regardless. She also had a penchant for believing that boys were smarter and more capable than girls, and that a woman should spend her time at home and caring for the household. She would occasionally curse and scream at me and my siblings, and sometimes hit us as well.
After I came out as transgender, my mom tried to ignore the whole situation, opting to still use the wrong name/pronouns, and would just laugh at me if I tried to correct her, calling me silly and that I didn't know any better. That caused a lot of anxiety on my part, and made me constantly doubt myself and who I am.
I get that she wants her child back, but I'm still here, and I was always here as her son, she just can't see past the fact that I'm not a girl. This culminated about a year ago when I made the decision to stop talking to her entirely, I just couldn't handle how she viewed me and treated me. I don't eat what she buys, I don't take her gifts, and I take the hour long walk home from school just so I don't have to interact with her.
Even my grandmother, also from Russia, who had never even heard of a transgender person before still understands the fact that she should use my male name/pronouns.
But now, my mom's trying to talk to me again, my brother says she uses my name and tries with my pronouns, but I really don't think I can ever forgive her or forget just how much she had affected my mental health in such a negative way.

Am I the asshole here because I can't move on?

not interacting with my mother in a year