There is nothing good about me. My family make no secret that my brother was the first born and star of their affection. When I was younger, i thought I’d show them, that i could be worth something, anything, too. But i always failed, and he always succeeded. Now, I’m hitting middle age. I still don’t exist in family photos and i still continue to be an oddball, a disappointment, the guy who gets odd looks for not being like him.
But I don’t dislike being me, I’ve so many great people in my life. It is just so f****** hard to live in the shadow of greatness sometimes.
There is nothing good about me, but i didn’t ask to be anything other than what i am.
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Just stop calling your family. Slowly at first, don’t return calls. In the end they will cut you out of wills anyway. Spend your time on friends and yourself. If you become successful, don’t even tell them. Nobody needs that kind of shit in their lives.