Family is supposed to be your soft landing, the place you run to, not run from. But let’s be real: sometimes, the very people who should have your back are the ones quietly holding you down. When favoritism becomes the norm, self-sacrifice is expected, and speaking up feels like betrayal, it leaves marks, not always visible, but absolutely real. One of our readers recently opened up about growing up in the long shadow of her so-called “golden child” sibling.
No way in the world that I would give her, or them, anything!!! They have lot of nerve trying to "make" you give up your place! What makes them think that they have the right to do that? You'd better get a lawyer and a title place involved to make sure that they are not able to take your home out from under you! DO NOT SIGN ANYTHING they give you! In fact, go no contact with them, period!!!
Hi, Bright Side readers.
I never imagined I’d be opening up to thousands of strangers about something so deeply personal. But I feel like I’ve hit a wall, I have no one left to talk to. The people who should’ve had my back were the first to betray me.
My sister Jessica is two years younger than me. Growing up, I always felt like the odd one out in my own family, the “lesser” daughter. My mom constantly compared us, and in her eyes, Jessica was the golden child.
She was prettier, smarter, more talented... At least that’s what I was told, again and again. She got the best of everything: attention, clothes, praise. And I was expected to understand, to accept, to step aside.
When it was time to talk about college, my mom didn’t even hesitate. She told me they couldn’t afford to send both of us to school, and Jessica had “a better shot” anyway. That was it. No discussion. No remorse.
I didn’t argue. I was already used to being overlooked. I’d been working since I was 16, saving every penny I could. I just wanted out.
So I moved out, worked even harder, and eventually earned a scholarship to a great college. I built my life piece by piece, alone. Over those eight years, my family barely checked in. Just the occasional birthday text. Not once did they ask if I was okay or proud of what I’d achieved.
Meanwhile, Jessica was expelled from university after two years because she spent all her time partying and bouncing from one relationship to another. She didn’t work. She didn’t try. And she stayed comfortably in our parents’ house while I fought for every inch of independence.
A few months ago, I finally bought a tiny studio apartment on the edge of the city. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. I was so proud. I told my parents, hoping, for a little warmth.
My mom’s response? “Just a studio? That neighborhood’s not great...” Not a single kind word.
Then yesterday, everything broke.
Contact the lawyers let them know you will never be transferring anything to her period
My mom called to say Jessica is pregnant and “needs her own place to live with her boyfriend.” And because I don’t have a husband or a child, I should move out and give my apartment to Jessica. Her reasoning? “You can earn for another one. Jessica can’t, she has a baby coming.”
I was stunned. And then I snapped. Years of swallowed pain poured out. I yelled, “No way! Maybe Jessica can finally try doing something with her life if she’s so smart and talented!” Then I hung up.
A few hours later, my dad sent me a message: “You shouldn’t be so selfish. Good sisters don’t abandon family in difficult moments.”
And that broke me. Because in all my difficult moments, when I worked two jobs, when I was sick and alone, when I had no one, not one of them was there for me.
No you stay put do not be manipulative your sister is pregnant not you , she sorts her own life out , stand your ground blessings and good luck
But the worst part? This morning, I got an email from a lawyer—hired by my own family. Attached was a list of documents they expect me to provide to transfer the property rights to Jessica.
I feel shocked. Violated. Heartbroken. I don’t even know how to protect myself.
I don’t know how to say “no” in a way that they’ll hear. I feel like I’m being punished for trying to live a life on my own terms.
If anyone out there has been through something like this... How did you protect your peace without losing your soul?
My MIL never saw my 2 y.o. son as her son’s child. She spent hours comparing him to my husband’s old photos. I brushed it off. Until the day I asked her to babysit.
When I got home, my heart dropped as I saw my baby being... Click here to read the whole story.
No contact is definitely the best option here. Your parents can support sisters kid, or she can get a job, or child support.
Your family is acting more like a cult than a family. Go no contact. Tell them that if they continue trying to contact you with warrantless legal letters or anything else that you will regard their actions as harassment and stalking, that you will take countermeasures.
I understand about tough family dynamics but I am confused, if this is your apartment, in your name what can your family really do?? You say NO and IGNORE them. If they have really been as heartless as you say then that should be all the motivation you need
to protect your peace by creating the distance. If Jessica has a boyfriend then he should provide her an apartment. Prayers for your strength because I sure you want to be loved and accepted by your family but sometimes those are.the main ones that will hurt you and then want to forget about it in the name of family. I would respond..where was my family in my difficult moments......
