Unfortunately, the stars aligned so that I became an outcast in the family. This was not felt until my little brother was born. And then the situation changed as he became my parents’ favorite.
Time passed and it became more noticeable every year. Already in my teens I was completely left to myself, all the attention they paid to him. I was sympathetic to that, he was small, he needed more attention. I also tried to help myself if possible.
When my brother grew up, it went beyond acceptable limits. Since all the laurels went exclusively to him, and I was becoming more and more of a stranger in the family. He was given everything I couldn’t even dream of. From expensive toys to tutors and coaches. But I must say, he was able to use it wisely and achieved great success in school, sports and other areas. Seeing this, my parents began to reproach me with the fact that my whole life I was a failed student and have no sports grades. And my brother himself began to participate in it. But they don’t remember that it was so because no one hired tutors and coaches for me. No one even checked my homework. I studied on my own, and the lion’s share of my free time I helped take care of my brother.
Now I’m 22 and he’s 13. I’m studying for my master’s degree at a technical institute in a very complicated field. It’s just physically impossible to combine that with work. But it’s hard for me to find a couple or three hours a day to hand out flyers. But the money I get paid for it, barely enough for pocket money. So I have no other choice but to live with my parents and endure humiliation. In the last year it has gone beyond all limits. My parents, along with my little brother, have taken it out on me to the fullest extent.
The trouble is that I am torn between school, work, life and other problems. All the time like a lemon squeezed out. So often I do not have time to do household chores. As a consequence, every day I get a portion of yelling. And for any reason: I have not washed dishes, made my bed, cooked in the wrong way, take too long in the bathroom, etc.
My brother is in good standing with my parents, so they said that if I wanted to continue to live in their apartment, I had to obey him. And he’s got a lot of nerve. He constantly yells at me, insults and threatens me. I silently endure and swallow my tears.
One day I couldn’t stand it and snapped at my mother because she was picking on me again. So my brother attacked me with his fists and beat me up. My parents didn’t even try to stop him. Then they even praised her, saying, “Serves her right. She should know how to open her mouth. My brother told me that if I yelled at my mother again I would end up in the hospital.
I cried for a long time, because the blows were very hard on my chest, ribs, and stomach, because he was an athlete. After that I could not get out of bed for several days. It was painful even to breathe. Since then I have been afraid to go home. I only came home to sleep at night.
I still have a year and a half to go to school. I’m counting the seconds until this nightmare is over.
