Just the occasional birthday text. Not once did they ask if I was okay or proud of what I’d achieved.
Meanwhile, my sister got expelled, no job, nothing.
Meanwhile, Jessica was expelled from university after two years because she spent all her time partying and bouncing from one relationship to another.
She didn’t work. She didn’t try. And she stayed comfortably in our parents’ house while I fought for every inch of independence.
A few months ago, I finally bought a tiny studio apartment on the edge of the city. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. I was so proud.
I told my parents, hoping, for a little warmth. My mom’s response? “Just a studio?
That neighborhood’s not great…” Not a single kind word. Then yesterday, everything broke.
My parents want me to give up the apartment I worked 8 years for, because my sister needs it more.
Contact the lawyers let them know you will never be transferring anything to her period
My mom called to say Jessica is pregnant and “needs her own place to live with her boyfriend.” And because I don’t have a husband or a child, I should move out and give my apartment to Jessica.
Her reasoning? “You can earn for another one. Jessica can’t, she has a baby coming.”
I was stunned.
And then I snapped. Years of swallowed pain poured out. I yelled, “No way!
Maybe Jessica can finally try doing something with her life if she’s so smart and talented!” Then I hung up. A few hours later, my dad sent me a message: “You shouldn’t be so selfish. Good sisters don’t abandon family in difficult moments.”
And that broke me.
Because in all my difficult moments, when I worked two jobs, when I was sick and alone, when I had no one, not one of them was there for me.
The real shock came when I discovered an email from a lawyer.
No you stay put do not be manipulative your sister is pregnant not you , she sorts her own life out , stand your ground blessings and good luck
But the worst part? This morning, I got an email from a lawyer—hired by my own family. Attached was a list of documents they expect me to provide to transfer the property rights to Jessica.
I feel shocked. Violated. Heartbroken.
I don’t even know how to protect myself. I don’t know how to say “no” in a way that they’ll hear. I feel like I’m being punished for trying to live a life on my own terms.
If anyone out there has been through something like this… How did you protect your peace without losing your soul? Source: Brightside
