Kate always felt like an outsider in her family, where her mother and sister received all the attention.
After her father’s death, her life changed unexpectedly.
Kate’s husband betrayed her with her sister for an inheritance, and then, shocked by new circumstances, begged her to take him back.
All my life, I felt unnecessary in my family, and the older I got, the more convinced I became of this. My mother always paid more attention to my younger sister, Angela.
All the time, I heard about how beautiful, smart, and wonderful Angela was. She was the golden child, the perfect one.
Meanwhile, I was just there, a shadow in the background.
The only person who supported me was my father, George, but he couldn’t do anything against my mother; she always manipulated things to her advantage.
When it came time for me to go to college, my mother said they couldn’t cover my tuition because it was too expensive and unnecessary since I was “stupid” (even though I had mostly A’s and a few B’s).
Her words cut deep, making me feel worthless.
So, I had to find a job but still lived in my parents’ house. I worked hard, juggling a demanding job while trying to figure out my future.
When Angela graduated high school, my parents sent her to a private college.
I was devastated when I heard this, literally having a breakdown, not understanding why we were treated so differently.
“You brought this on yourself. I’ve always been better than you.
If you wanted to go to college, you should have studied harder,” Angela said.
But I knew that even if she didn’t have good grades, our parents would still have sent her to college.
It wasn’t about our achievements; it was about their favoritism.
“I want you to pay for Angela’’ tuition too,” my mom said bluntly. “You’re her older sister, and you work, so it’s your duty. Besides, you never gave us any money or bought groceries.”
That night, I cried for hours.
I felt like my heart was breaking.
My father came into my room, looking worried and sad. He sat on the edge of my bed and gently took my hand.
“I’m so sorry.
I tried to convince your mother that this is unfair to you, but you know her, once she decides something, that’s it,” he said softly.
That’s when I firmly decided not to live with them anymore. I saved up some money and moved out.
The apartment was small, just a tiny one-bedroom place with a leaky faucet and creaky floors, but it was my space, my life.
Most importantly, my family wasn’t there, and I didn’t have to give them a cent for Angela’s tuition.
For the first time, I felt a sense of freedom and peace.
My father sent me money from time to time to help me out. It wasn’t much, but it made a difference. Then, one day, the money stopped coming.
Confused and worried, I called him, but he didn’t answer.
Later, I received a message from my mother: “Your father sent you money without my permission.
You don’t deserve it because you didn’t pay for your sister’s education. I’ll send you the statements of all the money you owe us.”
That evening, a thick envelope arrived.
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