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

Choosing Freedom

My sister did bring one boyfriend home during all this time. He was paraded with pride, and my parents spent every second telling me how good he was and why I couldn’t be like my sister and find myself someone like that.

This lasted until he stopped showing up and suddenly,

“He was a conniving bastard that tricked my sister.”

Oh well. And the unequal treatment continued.

At this time, she had more spending money, and her curfews were much better than mine. She was free to go anywhere at any time while I couldn’t.

If I pointed it out, my parents would say it’s because she’s older. But when I reached that age, I still didn’t have the same treatment she had.

When I pointed it out, they denied they ever said that or claimed it was because I couldn’t be trusted like she was, using my sister’s accusations against my boyfriend and friends as proof of my bad judgment.

Time goes by, and it’s time for my sister to graduate. She was accepted into a college, not a very well-regarded one, and she had no scholarship or anything.

Because only her achievements were told to me, I don’t know which colleges she even tried for, so I can’t say how badly she was rejected. I do know her grades were bad in school, though, because whenever she got a B, we would celebrate.

I would usually get good grades, but my parents refused to celebrate, claiming since I always got those, what was there to celebrate?

My parents naturally made a lot of fanfare and told her they’d pay for everything. I was relieved she’d be going away, not that it made my life any easier.

She’d always come home every other weekend, and somehow stuff kept missing from my room or some other issues she’d think of to make my life miserable. My curfews were still strict.

A Future Denied

Eventually, my mom came to talk to me about my impending graduation. I’m only a year younger than my sister.

She told me that since they were paying for my sister’s college, they had no money to pay for mine.

She said,

“It would be better for me to start working immediately after graduation and wait until my sister finished university to see if they could afford something for me.”

Oh, and if I decided to stay at home, I’d have to pay for all my stuff, part of the bills, and rent. I pointed out that I could get student loans.

Mom said,

“Yes, except no, because they were so caring towards me and I had such bad judgment that they would decide if a college was worth my getting into debt or not.”

I’m not sure how they’d stop me from getting loans, but I didn’t ask. Scholarships weren’t mentioned.

They had no idea what my grades were anymore and never believed in my capabilities anyway. I didn’t bat an eyelid; I simply said,

“Okay.”

My mom clearly didn’t expect that and kept crying. Maybe she hoped I’d throw a tantrum so they’d have an excuse to never pay for my college, but I said nothing except that I understood their position, thanked them for caring, and that was that.

My dad later tried the same, but I also refused to be emotional. You see, after a whole lifetime of their terrible parenting, I never had any expectations towards my education.

I knew they would find an excuse to not pay for mine and make my life miserable. I never believed they would eventually pay if I worked and waited for my sister to graduate.

I had been preparing for college for a long time. I could barely go out, my friendships were slim, so I had a lot of time to study.

And study I did, because I saw college as my only chance to be free. Well, the time came and I worked my ass off and got a scholarship.

It wasn’t to anywhere like the Ivy League or anything like law or medical school, but it was a good enough course in a decent college with a full scholarship.

Knowing my sister would hate it and try to stop me via my parents, I put my achievement on social media at the same time I told them, even forcing myself to thank them in the post.

Now they couldn’t forbid me from going, as they’d have to explain to the family why not. Initially, they were even a little proud and boasted about it.

And then I guess my sister got to them and they changed gears and even asked me if I was sure I wanted to go.

They let slip that:

“My sister wasn’t doing well in college, and since she was smarter and had better judgment than me, I’d suffer worse.”

I obviously stuck to my guns. They weren’t happy but couldn’t do anything.

Enter the Vengeful Husband

College was my savior. I started being happy.

I still contacted my parents and visited on holidays and such, but since they refused to pay for anything, I could excuse not going a lot due to money. During this time, I avoided introducing any man to them.

And my sister stopped going to college. I know she didn’t graduate because, again, they’d have made a fanfare about it.

She moved back home, paying no bills or rent, but:

“It’s different,”

my parents said. She started working at the same company as my mom, obviously thanks to my mom pulling strings.

This was all presented to me as a point of pride. Almost there, I promise.

I met my husband around this time. You know those people who say,

“If I were in that situation, I’d have done something”?

My husband is the type who actually does. I’m the type who is meek and a doormat in any situation and then can’t sleep at night wishing I had done something, had thought of something witty to say, etc.

I’m the person who can’t help but cry when I’m angry. My husband is the guy who claps back immediately.

He loves drama and loves to resolve it. He’s the guy that if he doesn’t immediately reply to a slight, you better start worrying because he won’t forgive and forget; he’s just doing something worse for revenge.

He’s the one who wanted me to post here and wanted to post on a nuclear revenge board too, but decided what we did wasn’t nuclear. People were baffled that I got together with him.

But just because I was incapable of acting like him due to my upbringing, it didn’t mean I didn’t like it. I love that my husband does what I can’t, and he treats people well as long as they do the same to him.

An Unbelievable Proposal

When we discussed marriage, we decided we didn’t care much about the ceremony due to our budget, as we’d rather spend on a dream trip to Europe for our honeymoon.

As for where to do it, since his family was spread out and mine was still mostly concentrated in my hometown, we decided to do it there. We weren’t living too far off either, so we could take some long trips during the weekends to manage stuff.

Plus, there was some work flexibility so we could stay in my hometown for a bit too if needed. We sent out the engagement announcement and the save the date for a few months later.

At this point, my parents naturally demanded to meet my man. I wanted to grow a spine and refuse but was having a hard time.

The distance had made me think maybe my parents weren’t so bad. Well, my husband looked like I had canceled Christmas when I told him I would at least ensure they were never alone with him.

See, he had been getting ready for this. He even bought a high-quality recorder he could hide in a pocket to record it all.

He was stoked thinking of all the ways he could refuse my sister’s advances, insult her, and then spread the recording of her attempts to my family. So off he went alone and excited to meet them and came back later euphoric.

“Babe, babe, you won’t believe the awful things they wanted! Babe, we can screw them over so bad. There’s so many possibilities.”

I was confused and wanted to hear the recording, but he smartly told me it was better to listen to him first or else I’d misunderstand him.

Well, he went there and instead of flirting, my parents and my sister sat him down. After some grumbling about not being okay with him, my judgment, etc., they proclaimed they were willing to pay for my wedding on one condition:

My sister would walk down the aisle.

My parents insisted that my sister would walk down the aisle at my wedding first in a wedding dress. Their excuse was that:

“It wasn’t okay for a younger sister to marry first, so it was only fair if my sister at least had the experience of it at my venue with pictures being taken in the dress, and she’d even have a cake later.”