I deserved way better. I was born with congenital heart defects because I was an accident baby, and so my mom smoked during her pregnancy and out came me, all messed up. I had to have three open heart surgeries as a baby.
Then, growing up, it was okay until around age 9 or 10 when my oldest brother started using heroin. Then, all my toys and games went missing because he sold them for drug money. He stole money from my parents and grandparents too. My dad started to hate my oldest brother, and then they'd get into fist fights. People would shout at the top of their lungs, things would get broken, etc. I would try to distract myself by going into my room and trying to play a video game or play with my action figures during these times. But, eventually, he had stolen every toy and game I had. So, after a while, I had no choice but to just sit in my room and hear all the violence happening outside my walls without being able to do a thing about it.
On top of that, I think all of these events affected my other brother too; a little older but not my oldest brother. But it affected him in a different way; to where, instead of trying to keep the peace, he would add to the hostility. I am disabled and he isn't. He is very strong. And I think all the trauma caused him to develop some sort of antisocial and narcissistic personality disorders, as well as Bipolar 1. Instead of being a supportive brother, ever since he was 12 or so, he would be violent and beat the shit out of me. My neglectful parents didn't do anything about it because they "want to keep the family together." They would lie to the police for him so he wouldn't have to go to jail for what he did to me. And guess what? He's still a violent and malicious person even today. He laid hands on me again recently, which is why I moved out.
So yes, I think I deserved way better. I wish I was born into a different family.
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