Yes both my siblings and all my cousins save for maybe one, attract every piece of luck and life spoils that I have been starved of. I'm sure they would try to convince you otherwise, but compared to me, they are golden! I would trade my problems for all of theirs combined!! I got fucked by nature and nurture. I'm the ugly sibling. I started out that way to some degree and got even worse when I tried to fix it and more things happened to me. It has colored every aspect of my life and stolen my future and what non-looks based potential I had. You can't really understand unless it happens to you or it's something you deal with personally. Try being a female mistaken for a man with hair down to your waist and having small children run from you and call you ugly before even half your ugliness even set in!!
It attracted a lot of bullying in school so even that avenue of success was something I had to run away from prematurely. Some of my issues also affect function too, quality of life of the physical as well as the mental. My parents created that problem and were cruel to me about it, to this very day they blame me, rather than themselves..for my whole situation leading up to now. It amazes me. My siblings are both attractive and have lives. It's insane how genetics work...I look nothing like them. In all the worst ways possible. One of them used to make fun of me and many others growing up and probably still does considering who they hang out with...when they are not putting on an act for them. And they still will if I piss them off. He treated everyone, especially me, like dirt. I treated everyone better than I treated myself. (Now I just seethe with hatred and despair) But he got held up on a pedestal even so, by the world, even by the family and friends that he turned his nose up to. Hell..even I am guilty of it. And me? Well I got fucked, obviously. That's why I am here. My other sibling did have one thing I can sympathize with but that thing has passed as far as I know and he has it way better than I do. Got talked down to recently by him and called a burden to my absolute nightmare of a father (the same father neither of them could stand to live with) among other things because he was forced to speak to me when a family emergency happened.
Both of them have no interest in me as a human being. (Any feigned energy thrust my way has only been a result of my mother orchestrating and lying to me.) They are busy with their covert narc/ego touting SO's (also tries to orchestrate behind the scenes) and adoptive family of a friend who looks like they walked off the cover of a magazine. I can't compete, even for familial affection..how sad. Concerning them-and most people in the real world, I am not a prize to be won, I am not intimidating, I am not someone whose opinion they care about. And if they didn't like my opinion, they would disown me without a second thought or an ounce of guilt. Disposable. I'm not good enough for them. I am an embarrassment that they refuse to have sympathy for and are unable to feel empathy for. They don't even ask about me. I have been dead to them for a long while despite my attempts at the only type of connecting I can manage from my isolation. The only thing I am good for is to make them feel better about themselves. One thought of my life's trajectory, or one look at me can make your average person smugger than a cross armed cat on a love seat throne.
You know though...if I didn't have my eyes forced open to this level of suffering, if my fate wasn't so far off from them and their ilk, then no doubt I would be the upholder of every origin family value..I would help them bury a body quite literally. Maybe my sorry ass would even now. With a pillow over my head. But I need to give up and gain some apathy..because I have nothing and gave every fuck, while they have everything and gave zero fucks. I can't imagine. This existence is so exhausting. The unfairness of some people against the world is bad enough, but when you are an anomaly among your own blood..that really fucks a person up. I have no one in this family who I can turn to. Every time I go into meltdown mode and pace around the house about to smash my head into a wall, I grab my phone and realize how alone I am, even on my dying day these people would have no comforting words for me. They wouldn't even respect my wishes for postmortem plans. Which is something I am worried about with my patience waning in regards to getting this over and done with.
They say everything-every problem- is relative, yea well..can't get much more relative than your damn relatives, and anyone else they decide to bring into the family to cause you torture. Their existence adds another nasty, insidious layer to the suffering.