I found out from my little sister yesterday that my sister in Minneapolis is getting married in a 2 months... and I'm not invited.

The reason appears to be her son (my nephew), who, upon hearing about my transition 12 years ago, told her that he never wanted to see or speak to me again. She asked that I respect his wishes and is now choosing not to invite me as a result of them.

She hasn't told me this herself yet. I took the bull by the horns and reached out directly. I have a call scheduled with her tonight.

In that call, I intend to point out that she is either a coward for not confronting her son's bigotry, or is herself a bigot and too "polite" to be honest about it.

I expected more from her. She's a lesbian; the only out gay person on my side of the family. She fought for me when I was younger, but she clearly never respected me.

I realized that I've never had a relationship with her that wasn't carefully guarded and exclusively on her terms. I would only be allowed to have a relationship with her so long as it didn't make the people around her uncomfortable.

Fuck. That.

I'm not going to take these insults quietly and just fade out of her life at the cost of my happiness just so she doesn't have to face the guilt of being a bigot.

That ends tonight.

Wish me luck.