So for context, I (18f) moved out in August last year. I had not had a good relationship with my parents, especially my mom, for years. My parents are very religious. SO RELIGIOUS. I personally don't share their beliefs, but I played along while I lived with them, and I hid my sexuality as well knowing they wouldn't approve and it would lead to fights.

I kept in contact with them while I lived near. I have a little brother (10m), who I have an amazing relationship with. He was all I had during covid and I basically raised him. So I kept in contact with my parents so I could talk to my brother. It didn't work out well, as my mother monopolized my time whenever I would visit or call, but I was able to see him a few times and that made it worth it.

Anyways, with problems in housing, I decided to move to a few states away to live with my grandparents and aunt and uncle (they all live in the same house). My parents didn't approve, obviously. My grandma does some witchcraft, and my uncle believes in some old German religion. That doesn't bother me at all but it was "highly concerning" for my parents. I kept trying to get them to visit with me before I left, I gave them three weeks, but they only "made time" when my departure was 9 days away.

The dinner that evening was disasterous. My mom ignored me half the meal while my dad interrogated me, all the while my brother looked like he was walking on eggshells. Finally when my mom did talk to me, her voice was practically dripping with distain and disapproval. She asked why I didn't reach out more, why I didn't want to see them. I called her out on her bullshit, I was the only one trying in the relationship. She did nothing to try to see or talk to me. Eventually we fell into an awkward silence, and they drove me home. I hugged them goodbye and, in hopes of seeing my brother one more time under better circumstances, I offered to go out again the next week, any day before I left. They said my dad's work was picking up and that was the priority, but they'd see.

No texts, no calls. They didn't reach out at all before I left. I was done, done with the one sided relationship. I sent my mom a long text explaining everything about how I felt, everything I hadn't been brave enough to say before. And I blocked her. I didn't block my dad at first though. Despite our rocky last dinner, he and I got along much better in the past. He was the "good parent". The first thing he sent me was a prayer to pray over the house to dedicate it in the name of their god. I responded that I would not do that as I found it disrespectful to my hosts who have other beliefs and religions. I pointed out that he wouldn't appreciate someone of another faith blessing his home in the name of their god. He responded with a verse basically saying to bless the house and if the people inside were unworthy then you take back your blessing and move on. I was sick of it. He didn't ask how I was doing, if I was safe, how my first flight by myself went. No he jumped to pushing his religion on other people. So I responded, "I'm not going to bless the house in the name of a god I don't believe in." Then I blocked him.

This was two weeks ago, and I've been missing my little brother like crazy. It dawned on me that by rejecting their religion I won't be able to see him until he moves out, and that's only if he wants to see me. I'm starting to feel guilty. AITAH?