It’s been a rough week. My sister got engaged a few months ago and the entire holiday season has turned into a celebration of her. Again. It’s not her fault; I actually get along well with my sister. But it’s hard to constantly hear wedding talk 24/7 and just sit there as “the other one.” I was also kind of hoping that my family might acknowledge a big career accomplishment I had this year, but they haven’t. My dad also spent hours and hours wrapping and decorating and customizing my sister’s gift. And, when he couldn’t get it to look right, he enlisted my help— so I spent half of the day re-decorating her gift. His gift for me wasn’t even wrapped at all. Just a cardboard box with a bow on it. I ended up trying to talk to him about it, but that was a disaster. He told me that I was just imagining the difference and said all I do is complain. But it’s been this way my whole life. I do all the work— clean the house, but the presents, wrap the presents, make the reservations, do the driving— and then sit there and watch everyone celebrate my sister. She got all of this really personalized wedding stuff from her favorite stores and I got plain white bed sheets— which I don’t need or want. It’s not about the item at all. I don’t need “stuff.” I just want to feel like my dad cares about me as much as he does my sister.