In my adult life, I always considered my mother and I to be very close, but she would kinda gloss over and ignore anything that made her uncomfortable.
When I was 14, I told her I was bisexual. She cried, told me it was a demon, instructed me to pray on it and push that demon away.
We did not have another conversation about my identity for literally 20 years. When I felt we were close, it was because my queerness wasn't on display as much. I'm a transmasculine person. I came out and told everyone in my family. My brothers were very supportive. My mother ignored it. For 7 years. It finally got to the point where I had to push the conversation and tell her how it hurts me that it's been so long and she won't use my name or pronouns. And then I just had to tell her "you can't say you love me if you don't respect me."
We haven't talked since. That was about 3 years ago now.
We got matching tattoos back when we were close. It was her first tattoo so I let her take the reins on the design. I never thought I would regret a matching tattoo with my mother.
Edit : fixed some grammar