I am the only sibling not to ever have my birthday celebrated (goes right back to my childhood), I am the only one who gets ridiculed after making (sensible, calmly worded) suggestions or even just talking about my life. I am the only one none of my siblings ever make time to see - everything’s on their terms or it’s not at all & if I can’t make it nobody really cares.
I promise there’s no backstory. Things have always been like that - I have always been the family scapegoat and I tolerated it. But it’s only since I had a child myself (after a lengthy infertility battle) that the unfairness of it all has finally really started to bother me. As I’m seeing them start to treat my 2 yo son in the same manner.
My husband thinks I should go low contact and I will. But it hurts that I have to while my siblings (and parents) enjoy each others company & take holidays and just have fun while I’m left on the outside having to look in as always.
I guess this isn’t really an aibu. I know I am being unreasonable by wasting brainspace on them, but I don’t know how to not feel unhappy or mourn for the normal kind of relationships others have with their families.