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Originally Posted by Hitch
Oh, I'd love to say it was a one-off thing, but the saga of being the eldest is a pretty well-known song. I am, many of my entrepreneurial friends are; there is simply something about being the eldest that ends up (generally--not always, of course) making you "the responsible one," and inevitably the one that gets screwed over, in favor of the baby of the family. It almost drove me, and my sister (younger than I, but older than him) berserk, dealing with my mother's relative insanity about not seeing my brother's flaws, or being unwilling to admit that they existed. {shrug}.
The whole "move on Xmas day" thing, and the fact that your parents hadn't stepped in, or said "that's insane" by the time you'd written the post? HAD TO BE a younger sibling that was a favorite. No other sane explanation. (I'd assumed that if there were extenuating circumstances, you'd have said.)
Hitch
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You are my long lost older sister. Or do we just share the eldest trait? Or what is It about moms and sons?
I wasn't either one of my parents favorite but then they both taught me to voice my opinion. They didn't like it when I did it to them.
I take that back, I was dad's favorite when he needed a "perfect" daughter to get what he wanted. Especially after I developed upstairs. I don't mean incest but stuff like buying beer when he was too drunk, meeting the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders or attempting to get on George Jones bus. (I felt it was in my best interest not to accept that invite.)