Are you the unfavored child?

I've asked two people that is close to the situation who are always honest with me. I've known them my entire life. They did confirm I am right that I am the unfavored child & my sister is the golden child. My mom seems more concerned about my sister than me. My sister was born 100% healthy. I was born with several incurable problems. I nearly died as a baby. I had open heart surgery at 11 weeks old. I had back surgery at 12 years old. I was born with a bladder disease. I also have a incurable skin disease. I was also born with bipolar & anxiety.

Is there anyone on here that is also the unfavored child?

I'm my dad's favorite.

I definitly am now. But growing up I wasn't. I think I'm considered the fukk up in the family.

Don't feel bad I think my family thinks that about me. I've tried hard telling my Dad many different ways what it's like having my illness and he just doesn't understand.

Sometimes yes and sometimes no

My sister tried to commit suicide in high school. After that she could do no wrong. They were afraid if they punished her she would try it again.

So growing up we had 2 sets of rules one for her one for me. I had to be in by a certain time yet she did not have a curfew. I can't tell you how many times my dad found her passed out in the flower bed when he went to get the morning paper

I've always been daddy's little girl, but I question it with my mom.

I tried to kill myself a few years ago. I purposely took half a bottle of prescribed sleeping pills.

My mom actually made fun of me for trying to kill myself. She said oh no we better not upset you or you might kill yourself. She said it really hateful. My suicide attempt was a joke to her. Even though I spent the night in the ER and I went to a mental hospital for one night.

More or less, yeah. I've always felt like I never made my parents as proud as my older sister made them. She was in a lot of clubs and got really good grades in high school and went on to do the same in college and now she has a full-time job in the city. I dealt with depression since eighth grade which made my grades terrible in high school, and caused a lot of fights with my parents. When I got to college I transferred home because of my worsening mental health. I get excellent grades now and do well for myself living with my boyfriend and our two cats and I'm applying for grad school, and my parents are proud of me now, but they, especially my mother, continue to baby me because of my past mental health issues. I've put them through a lot, but I've been much better now and I feel like no one has really told me how proud they are that I'm doing much better, it's just always a barrage of concerns if I seem a little down or irritated (which is almost always because I'm tired). It sucks. My relationship with my mom is really bad because of how she still treats me like a child, while she treats my sister like some wise saint. It is irritating, but I just keep my distance if it bothers me, and I have a good support system of friends, teachers and therapists that have told me how much I've progressed, so I try to focus on that positive outlook more.

My sister is 13 years older than me and my brother is 11 years older than me.
I've lost count of how many times I've been told that I was a mistake, not wanted, ruined everything....etc
When I was a kid, it bothered me, but now when I look at my sister (many abusive relationships) and brother (can't hold down a job), I realize that I am the only kid in the family that accomplished something in life

My mom once said she regretted the day I was born. I shouted back at her so do I. Even though she apologized later on I still feel like a part of her meant it when she said she regretted the day I was born. I do know thankfully I am my aunt's favorite.

It can hurt hearing those things from a parent.

My step dad has talked very mean to me. He is really great at making me cry in front of him. He once said my crying annoys him. I flat out said you are making me cry.

In a lot of ways, being the unwanted/unfavoured child was good
I learned very early to look out for myself and that is something my sibs never have learned