My mom treats her boys better than the girls. I know she loves me, and would do anything to help me but... there feels like an obvious preference towards her two sons vs. me and my sister.
- My sister wanted to join dance, my mom made sure she knew how it inconvenienced her.
- My brother wanted to join Jiujitsu and my mom makes sure that she will be home on time to drive him 1/2 and hour to his class.
- I got a C in a class last semester and my mom was upset and told me I should have done better. My brother failed high school (it took him an extra 1 1/2 years to get his diploma online) and my mom blamed his teachers
- I ask my brother to behave properly during Thanksgiving dinner because it was the 1st time that my family and FI's family met. Dinner went well, but my mom was upset that I had been "rude" when I asked him to refrain from certain things he does.
Geez. It really creates tension between the boys and girls when my mom does stuff like this. She does it for me and my sister too though. I sometimes feel like the odd child out because I was nothing like what my mom wanted. She wanted a girly-girl who wore pink and did her hair and make up everyday and talked about boys, etc. and she got me. She has my sister though. The girly-girl, pink, boys, ballerina, shopping daughter that she wanted. I like shopping now. I can go with her, but I know she gets annoyed because sometimes I will try things on and buy absolutely nothing all day vs. my sister and her will have bags from every store we visit.
This vent came up because of a box I was going through. It had all of the rewards that I won during 4H for horseback riding. My parents never came to a single one of my shows and those ribbons still bring up a lot of hurt feelings. My mom is afraid of horses and I have always loved them. My dad doesn't like them either. I was so excited during my last year showing because I was going to go to the Championships that next weekend because I won my class. I ran into the house to tell my dad and his reaction was "So what does that mean." and I responded "It means that I get to go to the championships next weekend" and he rolled his eyes and said "great, another week of this fucking horse stuff". Of course, my dad is not mentally stable, but the words still hurt. I asked my mom to come to the championship show and she never showed up. I placed 8th in my class that day out of 24. I was so proud of myself, but I can't even bare to look at those ribbons.
Yet now, my mom has told me several times that I NEED to attend my sisters dance recitals. Or come watch my brother's jiujitsu classes to support them. It gets hard and I try and suck it up and go but I just feel as if... I don't know... as if I am the child that is less cared about in a way.
Sorry! I know it is a long vent.