I can think of so many examples.
I have one older brother , no sisters.
I have distant family living abroad. We only became aware of each other after two cousins found each other on a genealogy site. I was talking to them online. We all thought it would be nice to meetup. They asked me over to visit. I went over (a very long way away ) twice. It was nice to meet them and we had a nice time.
They added my older brother on Facebook as a Facebook friend. He never spoke to them, or went over to see them.
Come Christmas they all sent my brother happy Christmas messages on Facebook. None of them sent me a message.
Again for our birthdays, they all sent my brother happy birthday messages, and they never sent me a message
A different issue. My dad stopped speaking to me and my brother when I was a child, after my parents divorce. My dad was just not a nice man. However I spent ages trying to get my dad to talk to me and my brother. I wrote letters to him asking him to meetup.
My brother never wrote a letter to my dad or asked him to see us.
When I went over to see my dad's family , I was told that so many things were my fault.
That it was all my fault. I pointed out that my dad didn't speak to my brother at all either.
But they spoke about my brother in glowing terms. Nothing was my brothers fault. They blamed me, the woman for everything.
The Last example. My mother went into a nursing home last year to recover from a broken arm. I lived three hours away. Many weekends, I travelled three hours on the train down to See her and three hours back. I was working fulltime at the time.
One weekend my mum apparently told my aunt that she was lonely and sad in there. My aunt then texted me and told me that i should be ashamed of myself for not going into visit my mum more.
I pointed out to my aunt that I had made several three hour round journey trips in to see my mother. My brother hadn't gone in to see my mother once. Yet it was me that got s8houted at. Not him
I'm fed up of it. Why do some families treat the men like kings and the women like dirt