This story was told to me by a very close friend of mine, and I wrote it down exactly as she said it. Probably many of you have experienced the feeling that you are superfluous, whether it be
at work or maybe even in your family.
And I have. I was always considered last in the eyes of my parents; to them, the beloved, golden child was my little brother. He still is.
What I remember most about Christmas in our family is that it was Christmas. When we went under the tree, we found gifts that were addressed, of course, not to me, but to my brother. As usual there were toys, just the toys he wanted. And I was usually given a book. How I envied my brother.
As we were children, we did not do without different sweet gifts, except my brother got chocolate castles and I got some worthless lollipops. And what my brother wanted, he would to take it away from me.
My mom scolded me about it all the time. It was as if the fact that he was taking the lion’s share of my sweet gift made me the stingy one, not him. This still echoes to this day. It hurt me so much at the time. And that’s every year.
He was the one who got the best of everything. Okay, our family was dysfunctional, but we had everything, even when others didn’t – we had everything. The only thing was that it didn’t reflect on my clothes – all my outfits were as modest and cheap as possible. And he… Well, he got whatever he wanted.
To this day (I’m 30 now) I don’t understand what my parents had in mind. I felt like an ugly duckling – worthless and useless. All of my dysfunctional childhood was reflected in my conscious life.
I am very short, kind and always ready to come to the aid of those in need. I am so good that I can be that way even to my own detriment. And I can’t help it.
A few years ago I had a daughter, whom I adore and try to spoil in every possible way. I don’t want to have a second child for the simple reason that one day one of them will not repeat my own fate of an extra child.
So much for life. Moral. I love my parents and I try to please them in every way I can, but somehow they don’t.
Please love your loved ones! Don’t let them wear the yoke of oppression and your and your indifference to them.
