My brother is getting married in city hall soon and I’m thrilled. The only issue is, I feel that his successes have been nothing but dumb luck. I ran away from home at 17 and starved and struggled until I was already 21, and now at 25 I am barely graduating college. He gets to marry the love of his life and live a comfortable life because the fathers of her two children each pay $800 or more every month in child support. So my brother gets an extra $1,600 to play with every month along with his paycheck and his fiance’s check. He currently has bad credit, but two cars in his name, brabd new clothes, he eats well, never has to worry about money…life is good as he drives down the block in his car and blows puffs of weed out of the windows while smiling at the world. Yet, here I sit, on a mattress on the cold hard ground, in my cheap apartment, with my boyfriend who works the same as me, but we barely rack in $1,200 combined while working minimum wage. The only thing saving me in the winter is the food pantry at the community college I go to. My brother feasts on Steaks as big as his head whenever he pleases while I often do homework just to distract myself from the fact that my breakfast was only 2 eggs and a slice of toast with a glass of water. I am sad that as I chase my goals and work my b*** off, I struggle with normal s*** while all my brother ever has to do is pick up this woman’s kids and occasionally have s** with her and he gets to live like a king. My family see’s me as a failure at 25 with no children where my brother, the college dropout, is somehow praised for “being a real man”. Sure enough, just like in the movies, my grafuation ceremony is THE EXACT SAME DAY that those two are going to vacation in Vegas. The family is invited and now everyone wants to go. I’m going to be left here on my graduation day with no one but my boyfriend and maybe my bestfriend.
