Discriminated Against All My Life Because Of My ‘Golden Child’ Sister. I Got Revenge

The Shadow of the Golden Child

I was discriminated against all my life because of my Golden Child sister. Finally, I got my sweet revenge on my wedding day.

I faced discrimination my entire life because of my Golden Child sister, and she even tried to walk down the aisle at my wedding. Finally, I got my revenge.

My parents always favored my sister, and it was far from subtle. If she accused me of something, they’d believe her and punish me.

But if I accused her, even with undeniable proof, they’d give her a lighter punishment and find a way to scold me too. My birthday cake always had to be her favorite flavor, and my parents pretend they didn’t know I hated it.

They always bought her more than me and took us where she wanted, even if it was supposed to be about me. My sister grew up spoiled and used me as a punching bag.

At first, she mostly ignored me, but things got worse when we were teens. She ended up with no friends and her behavior deteriorated.

Did her friends move away or ditch her because she was mean? I don’t know because we were never close.

A Calculated Isolation

My parents boasted about her achievements but never mentioned any issues, whereas they constantly highlighted my flaws as teasing material. I only knew she had no friends because we went to the same school, and I noticed she was no longer with people.

Meanwhile, I was fairly popular. My sister realized this and suddenly turned me from an occasional punching bag to someone she needed to take down constantly.

She started accusing me and my friends of more things. My parents stopped letting me hang out with anyone with excuses like:

“They’re not good people according to your sister,”

or,

“Why are you trying to leave us? Why, why can’t you be like your sister and enjoy family time?”

What saved me from complete isolation was my extended family. Most of them lived in the same hometown, and I got along well with my cousins despite some age differences.

At one gathering, they invited me to something—I don’t remember what—and I sadly replied that I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. When asked why, my kid self bluntly said it was because I wasn’t allowed to have friends since my sister didn’t have any.

This got back to the adults who apparently tore my parents apart. Later, I was scolded for lying and grounded for a month, but after that, they gave me some leeway, so it was worth it.

The High School Heartbreaks

My sister changed schools. I guess the humiliation of our extended family knowing her social status was too much, so she demanded to switch and my parents immediately obliged.

It cost them more since the school was further away. She made friends at the new school; however, she never went back to mostly ignoring me.

Having felt the power to mess with me and being angry that I told the family she had no friends, she never let me go. My life remained difficult.

Her friends would come over and bully me, which my parents called light teasing. I never invited friends over because my parents were awful hosts, or my sister would accuse them of stealing and my parents would believe her.

I did become close to my cousins, though, as my parents never dared to treat family that way. Then I got my first boyfriend.

I didn’t want to bring him home, but my parents insisted. At one point, we were separated and he came to find me to tell me my sister was flirting with him.

She came over in skimpy clothing, batting her eyelashes, and started telling him how bad I was and how good she was. He was irked and ran off to find me.

Of course, my sister told my parents a different story:

“My boyfriend had tried to flirt with her, but she naturally refused since she couldn’t do that to me.”

Guess who my parents believed? My boyfriend wasn’t perfect, but I immediately believed him for a mean reason.

Remember, I was a teen suffering from unfair treatment. I was very resentful and moody and hated my sister as much as she hated me.

The Weight of Expectations

With that disclaimer out of the way, let’s talk about looks. I hadn’t mentioned them yet because they weren’t relevant.

My parents were overweight and liked showing love via food, giving more food, buying treats, etc. My sister was also overweight, whereas I was not.

I’ve always been kind of skinny because punishment often included no treats or snacks. Obviously, weight isn’t what matters; personality is.

But my sister, even then, was already rude and spoiled. Even her flirting attempts were bad because she never learned to work for anything since she could demand and my parents would deliver.

Added to that was the fact that she didn’t look like some sexy model. Even my self-conscious teen self didn’t believe my boyfriend would try and cheat on me with her anyway.

My parents prohibited me from dating such a horrible boy. I did try to keep going in secret, but it was hard and the relationship ended.

I did get another boyfriend, but again, my sister accused him of flirting with her when he refused her advances. Again, my parents believed her.

I tried pointing out how this happened again, but they decided that I was incapable of making good choices and kept picking bad boyfriends. The relationship couldn’t handle the Romeo and Juliet situation and fizzled out again.

I would eventually get called a slut in high school as I was fine with making out with boys and such but refused to have relationships. Thankfully, it never got back to my sister or parents.