It’s really hard to be the scapegoat in the family.
You get in an argument with one person and then the other family members join in tearing you down. It doesn’t matter if you’re correct or not. Someone could say that the sky is lime green and I would say “No, it’s blue” and then suddenly I’m being attacked from all sides. One person will argue with me about whether the sky is lime green or not. The other will then argue with me about my perception of colors. And then the other will argue with me about my knowledge of color theory. And of course I’m wrong. And I must either accept that the sky is lime green or huff off to my room and ignore them all.
It really hurts that my sister, Brianna, is so brainwashed into thinking I’m so awful. And stupid. She likes to shove my lack of college experience in my face, even though she hasn’t gotten into college, yet. I know I don’t have a degree, but I try not to talk about things I don’t know. I wish she could see how much I care about her. And I wish she would stop seeing me as the enemy.