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The original was posted on /r/AmItheAsshole by /u/Sensitive-Kangaroo44 on 2023-08-23 08:28:18.

My (M27) sister (F21) through a “coming out party” for some context: I came out to my parents at 16 and was rejected. I moved in with my boyfriend, and after a few months, my parents apologized, but things got worse. I tried to be myself, but they called it sinful. I was hurt that they couldn’t accept me and spent nights crying. I wondered why they couldn’t just love me for who I am.

My sister invited me to a party and then surprised me with a coming out party. My parents congratulated her and hugged her, which was hard to see since I’d been rejected by them for a long time. They always said I was sinful and going to hell, so it hurt to see them accept her. I couldn’t understand why they were praising her when they’ve treated me so unfairly in the past. I felt alone and angry, but my sister held my hand and took me into the center of the room, where she revealed that the party was for her coming out.

I couldn’t understand how they could reject and abandon me while embracing my sister. It wasn’t fair and wasn’t right. I felt angry, hurt, and confused. I wanted to scream, cry, and call out my parents for their cruel treatment. As I watched my sister soak up the love and support from her friends and family, my heart broke. I couldn’t understand why they had treated me so differently, and it felt like they had cast me out. Finally, I stood up and toasted to my sister’s coming out, but the toast also included a big F-you to my parents."

the only thing that I could think of was how much my parents had rejected me and cast me alone. I felt so angry and so hurt “Thank you to everyone congratulating my sister,” I said with a glass in my hand “and also fuck you Mom and Dad” I stood up and shouted, “You have no idea how much your rejection has hurt me,” I yelled, my words spilling out quickly. “But now you’re proud of her for being who she is, but with me, you couldn’t even treat me like a person.” I raised my glass and toasted. “So I suppose I’ll toast to that. and a big f-you to my parents for throwing me out just for being me.” But at least for tonight, they had to listen to my words and sit with the uncomfortable truth of their actions. I put the glass down, and my heart raced with a mixture of satisfaction and fear. I grabbed my husband’s hand, taking in the strength and support he gave me. As we walked out of the door, I waved to my parents and gave them the middle finger. I didn’t care that others were watching, I just wanted my parents to know that I was done with them. I felt my husband’s hand squeeze mine. a few days later some family texted me saying I should have told my parents alone instead of ruining my sister’s big day. AITA?