Hi, regular poster but name-changed, I wondered if I could join in? I apologise for how long this is but I'm going to post it anyway and you can feel free to read or not, but it was therapeutic for me to just write it... Having read some of your stories I'm not sure I deserve to be here, so I apologise for this too if you feel I don't.
My brother is 2 years older than me, he's 36. He has never got over my birth (jealousy wise) and my parents are still trying to make it up to him. He's a strange character, never had a girlfriend, has few friends, can't hold down a job, doesn't wash, very disrespectful of our parents and their house and property. He still lives in our birthtown (own house) where my parents also live. He has had long periods of not speaking to me throughout our lives. I am very compliant and hate confrontation and my whole life has been fraught with atmosphere (my dad is similar to my brother in respect of sulking and grudge-bearing). I still walk on eggshells around my dad and my brother.
My parents continually make allowances for my brother's behaviour and 'pander' to him. I believe they are scared of him - when we were children it was easier to blame me for the things that he did wrong as it made them feel better to dole out the punishment even if it was to the wrong child, and it meant they didn't have to deal with him. There are a lot of examples of injustices in my childhood, not all of them centred around my brother - many of them are down to my dad who would sulk with me for weeks for a perceived slight. I was the scapegoat - there was much "taking the mick" out of me to grease the social dynamics of the family, I was ganged up on by them and told to get a sense of humour if I got upset about it. I can't say there was significant physical abuse but I was hit (smacked on the legs and bottom) by both parents until I was 16, and my brother bullied and overpowered me. My dad had no regard for my personal space and would walk into my bedroom without knocking. My mum refused to speak up for me about this even though she knew it upset me, and I was too scared of his sulking to do so for myself.
When I met DH I moved 200 miles from home due to his job, which has had many benefits, the main one being that I don't have to be involved in the day to day atmospheres, false-blaming, and all the general emotional crap that falls out of their lives. I have been with DH for 10 years and he has single-handedly made me realise that my parents treatment of me is not normal and that I didn't deserve it. I have lots of issues wrt not wanting to upset people, constantly thinking people are upset/sulking with me, fear of being disliked, lots of guilt, very little confidence. I don't have many friends because I am terrified of rejection, and often assume I have done something wrong or to upset people, so I avoid the confrontation as I don't want to fall out, but then it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy as they ultimately get fed up of me and my weirdness.
We are expecting DC1 (my parent's first and possibly only GC) later this year. My parents are now considering moving house and some of the places they are looking at are only 2-bedroomed (they currently have 3), which will make it even harder for us to go visit once our child is a bit older. They say they can't afford anything bigger in the town where they live, but they refuse to move out of that town because my brother needs them and they are all he has. My brother now holidays with my parents, for example, and he eats most meals there and also uses their internet/phone. He essentially still behaves like a teenager (treating the place like a hotel) but happens to have his own home. Additionally they have said they have "no positive reason to live anywhere else", which both DH and I raised our eyebrows at - it's not that I think they should move closer to us (nor would I particularly want them to), it's more that it seemed like they were rubbing it in my face that I'm one they care least about. Today during a conversation about having a 2nd child my mother intimated they'd only had me as company for my brother, and that they were wrong to assume that we'd get on because we didn't (cue pointed looks). The reason we don't get on is because he was allowed to treat me like crap...
In a way I think they WANT him to need them, and they're doing him no favours by continually giving in to his whims. I also believe he would be mortified if he knew they were only staying in the town because of him (for all his faults, he's not completely unreasonable). I'm trying to get past caring about their desperate need to make him happy, but it's tragic because I don't believe he will ever be happy regardless of them, and they'll only make themselves more unhappy in the process. I have numerous guilt trips laid on me about how they will never see their only GC, but I believe this is down to them - if they make it difficult for us to go see them because they move to a smaller house to suit themselves and my brother, then I don't see how I can be held to blame for the fact we can't go stay with them. They know they are welcome at ours any time but they complain of the 4 hour journey and they don't like to be away from my brother for too long
. I can't win, and whatever I do isn't enough. When I told them I was pg my mum's immediate reaction was "when are you having a 2nd one?".
The disparity between how they treat me and how they treat my brother is glaring. Why are they so desperate to make him happy, but seem to enjoy making me feel bad? When I've ventured to mention it, or other examples from my childhood, they deny it or gloss over it - like they don't want to face the fact that they were less than adequate parents to me. They'll joke "oh yes you had such a terrible life with your middle class upbringing and university" (the title of this thread is pretty relevant to me!) but they don't understand my underlying resentment about how I was and am treated, and how much more important that is than any financial input they've given me.
They despair about how much they 'failed' my brother and it's their fault he is like he is, but they never question whether they failed me or not - because I have a husband, a baby on the way, a nice lifestyle, a good job, and I seem 'normal'. Underneath I'm not normal though. I suspect my parents would be happier if I split from DH, moved back to theirs, and fell back in to the weird family politics that go on. I know that if the worst happened and I did split with DH, I would stay exactly where I am because even on my own and with few friends I'd still be happier than I would be if I was around my own family and that makes me feel so sad.