I'm the oldest, 2 younger brothers below me. I was adopted because they thought they couldn't have kids. Well, surprise, the prince was born.

My "place" in my family has very much affected me. Whether my parents will admit it or not, they definitely treated my first brother better than me - my father is guilty of this the most by far. That kid got everything he asked for. Sometimes he did some work for it, sometimes he didn't. My dad couldn't say "no" to him. But he could say "no" to me, and could beat me and treat me overall very poorly compared to my brother.

I tried with the youngest brother to be a good role model and help him with things, but in his late teens he became very hateful of everyone except the prince (and even sometimes the prince if the prince didn't give him his way). He still is very hateful and talks crap about me and other family behind our backs, but apparently the prince has told him not to do that.

I'm basically the outcast of the family. I'm the one with mental issues, of which only my mom really understands, and even she only knows a small bit of what I really deal with. I'm anti-social, partially because I don't like typical social activities (like parties, drinking, etc), but also because I struggle with social anxiety and MI. My first brother at least helps me with car things and if he's having a get together he will invite me.

As the oldest I should have been the first to get normal adult things done and been the role model for my younger brothers, like getting a good job, moving out on my own, and finding a mate. It took me until I was 27 (I'm almost 30) to move out on my own and I still have to borrow money from my parents once in a while. I have no mate or prospects - have never had an IRL relationship, and my last online one was when I was 21... Both of my brothers went into the Navy as soon as they could and got out on their own much faster than I. First brother is married and has been for a year or so now, they have a kid. He's 27 now. Second brother may as well be married, he's in a very serious relationship with a gal and they are planning on getting engaged when she is done with college. He's going to be 21 on the 4th. And here I am... Barely making it on my own and doomed to die alone. My role in the family is the loser everyone can point at and say "I'm glad I'm not her".