Growing up, I often felt like I was living in the background of my own life. My older sister, Melissa, was adored by our parents in a way that left little room for me. Birthdays, family outings, and even small decisions somehow revolved around her preferences. It wasn’t that I was unloved—but it often felt like I was unseen.
As I got older, this imbalance became more pronounced. Achievements that brought me pride were acknowledged briefly, while my sister’s accomplishments were celebrated enthusiastically. Mistakes I made were magnified, while hers were quietly brushed aside. At one point, a misunderstanding led to an accusation that deeply affected me—something I hadn’t done, but was expected to apologize for anyway. It was a turning point.
I channeled that pain into determination. I studied hard, eventually earning a full scholarship to a college out of state. For the first time, I began to discover who I really was—outside the lens of comparison. Through writing classes and supportive friendships, I found confidence in my voice. And in the quiet corners of the college library, I met Ryan.
Our connection was effortless. We talked for hours, laughed easily, and slowly built a relationship grounded in mutual respect and understanding. Two years later, he proposed in our cozy apartment, and I said yes without hesitation.
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