Growing up in our cozy city apartment, it always felt like my sister had a magic shield. She could skip chores, talk back to our parents, or even come home late, and somehow, she’d just get a gentle smile or a shrug. Meanwhile, if I forgot to take out the trash, it was like I’d started World War III! Sometimes I wonder if I’m just overthinking, but honestly, it stings. I’m always the one expected to be responsible, to fix things, to keep the peace. It’s exhausting, and sometimes I feel like my efforts go completely unnoticed—like I’m invisible in my own family. Have you ever felt like you’re carrying all the weight while someone else gets a free pass? If you’ve ever been the ā€œgood kidā€ who gets all the blame, I’d love to hear your story. Maybe we’re not as alone as we think. Let’s talk about it! 🫠 #SiblingRivalry #FamilyDrama #FeelingInvisible #FamilyRelationships