I'm in a horrible, horrible mood and I guess it's my own fault. It's like I look around and see all these close knit families that really do love and care about each other and treating each other with the utmost respect. Why do I feel like my siblings think of me as the lowest form of life? They have absolutely no respect for me. They give their friends the best while they give me leftovers.
My brother cheated his way into success and I've seen him climb the ladder of success while using others. My sister has always had to be in the upper status - cheerleader in school, not always liked because she made fun of people, but remained on top. She married a doctor. She was miserable in her marriage but wouldn't give it up because she couldn't give up her lifestyle. That was most important for her.
I did my best, but I don't know if it's that I could never dig my way out of the slush or that my siblings just kept me there. Both these two siblings took advantage of me, made fun of me, pretended to help me but was using me instead.
My sister would give me hand me downs, but she gave her friends hand me downs that were really nice and like new while what she gave me was torn, stained throw aways - which I would thank her and throw them away later because it was always trash. My son drove his truck 5 hours away to help her move asking nothing in return. She had given to her friends so many nice things. She gave my son things that would have been thrown away and then told people he came to help to see what he could get. She has had me visit and told me how to act around her friends and things not to say.
My brother built a house and talked me into renting it. The new house was falling apart when I moved in and was built for less than $60,000, and renting it to me paid for the house and he never had to spend a dime fixing anything - he just let me live with whatever was wrong with it. I moved out, and without having to fix anything, my daughter and her family moved in and fixed things - my brother continuing to have a house paid for and never having to put a dime into it. He kicks them out because he decides to sell - and kicks them out at the most inopportune time. Actually because I had told him they could not rent anywhere and had no where else to go, I guess he figured they would have no other option but to agree to his demands. Replace the heat pump, fix everything that was wrong with it and he would give them a 9 month lease. Another words, they could stay long enough to fix everything then move out and he wouldn't have to do anything to sell it. They moved in with my other son.
I made the mistake of checking into what happened with the house. He used more money to fix it up than he used to build it - he completely gutted it and the house was beautiful. It sold already. But I'm feeling like - my daughter offered to buy the house many times but not willing to pay as much as he wanted for it as is - too much work needed to be done on it. He puts nearly $80,000 into fixing it up and sells it for what he wanted from them without the fixing anything.
I couldn't sleep last night. I don't know why this is bothering me so much, but I just want to cry. I want to tell them all off and what I think of them. I just want to scream. I'll end up letting it eat away at me for the next week or two and not do or say anything. But I hate the way my siblings treat me and my family.
My brother cheated his way into success and I've seen him climb the ladder of success while using others. My sister has always had to be in the upper status - cheerleader in school, not always liked because she made fun of people, but remained on top. She married a doctor. She was miserable in her marriage but wouldn't give it up because she couldn't give up her lifestyle. That was most important for her.
I did my best, but I don't know if it's that I could never dig my way out of the slush or that my siblings just kept me there. Both these two siblings took advantage of me, made fun of me, pretended to help me but was using me instead.
My sister would give me hand me downs, but she gave her friends hand me downs that were really nice and like new while what she gave me was torn, stained throw aways - which I would thank her and throw them away later because it was always trash. My son drove his truck 5 hours away to help her move asking nothing in return. She had given to her friends so many nice things. She gave my son things that would have been thrown away and then told people he came to help to see what he could get. She has had me visit and told me how to act around her friends and things not to say.
My brother built a house and talked me into renting it. The new house was falling apart when I moved in and was built for less than $60,000, and renting it to me paid for the house and he never had to spend a dime fixing anything - he just let me live with whatever was wrong with it. I moved out, and without having to fix anything, my daughter and her family moved in and fixed things - my brother continuing to have a house paid for and never having to put a dime into it. He kicks them out because he decides to sell - and kicks them out at the most inopportune time. Actually because I had told him they could not rent anywhere and had no where else to go, I guess he figured they would have no other option but to agree to his demands. Replace the heat pump, fix everything that was wrong with it and he would give them a 9 month lease. Another words, they could stay long enough to fix everything then move out and he wouldn't have to do anything to sell it. They moved in with my other son.
I made the mistake of checking into what happened with the house. He used more money to fix it up than he used to build it - he completely gutted it and the house was beautiful. It sold already. But I'm feeling like - my daughter offered to buy the house many times but not willing to pay as much as he wanted for it as is - too much work needed to be done on it. He puts nearly $80,000 into fixing it up and sells it for what he wanted from them without the fixing anything.
I couldn't sleep last night. I don't know why this is bothering me so much, but I just want to cry. I want to tell them all off and what I think of them. I just want to scream. I'll end up letting it eat away at me for the next week or two and not do or say anything. But I hate the way my siblings treat me and my family.