My Family Kicked Me Out For Marrying An Egg Farmer. Years Later, They Were Begging At My Door…

The Painful Departure

“You mean nothing to me anymore. Don’t ever set foot in this house again,” my father yelled at me. The only support I had was from Elliot, the man I was soon going to marry. With tears streaming down my face, I left the place I had always called home.

This happened right after I graduated from high school. Hi, I’m Sienna, a 34-year-old farmer, and it’s been 16 years since that painful day. The years I’ve spent living on my own now outnumber the time I spent in my family home, and this fact stirs up some deep emotions inside me.

I grew up in the city. My dad worked in a corporate job while my mom stayed home to care for the family. There were four of us in total: my parents, my brother, and me. My brother was a year older, and for as long as I can remember, my parents treated us very differently.

In their eyes, my brother was always the favorite. He was the one they saw as the heir, so everything he had was better. His meals were bigger and fancier, and his birthday gifts were more extravagant.

A Life Apart

My brother loved to brag about being treated better than me. He made it clear that he believed he was superior, and I often felt left out. Many nights I would cry, longing for attention, but no matter how much I wished for things to change, my parents remained the same.

Eventually, I gave up trying. Everything changed for me one summer during my second year of high school. At the time, my brother was stressing out about his upcoming college entrance exams.

He was aiming to get into one of the top universities, but his practice exam scores were terrible. This made him constantly irritable, and he often took out his frustration on me. My parents, acting as if my brother were some fragile glass object, treated him with the utmost care.

Meanwhile, they dumped all the household chores on me, leaving me with little to no time to focus on my own studies. My grades were better than my brother’s, and I suspect my parents wanted to keep it that way, thinking it would boost his confidence. It was completely unfair and made no sense.

Finding Solace in the Countryside

Around that time, my teacher mentioned a program where students could spend a few days on a farm experiencing life in the countryside. It was a two-night, 3-day event where we would stay with a host family, help with harvesting vegetables, cook meals together, and get a taste of rural life.

Feeling overwhelmed by the tension at home, I decided to sign up. Of course, my father was completely against the idea. He scoffed at it, saying,

“Only people who can’t get real jobs in the corporate world would ever resort to farming.”

My mother joined in, laughing at the thought of me willingly doing manual labor and getting dirty in the fields. Despite their harsh words, I made up my mind to go. For the first time in my life, I went against my parents’ wishes and used the money I had saved for my allowance to sign up for the program.

It was a bold move, and looking back, it was the best decision I could have made. For someone starved of love and affection, the experience was like a breath of fresh air. Being in the countryside, working in the open fields, and breathing the clean air was exactly what I needed.

A Breath of Fresh Air

More importantly, for the first time in my life, I experienced the warmth of a real loving family. The family I stayed with had an eldest son named Elliot. He was a year older than me, the same age as my brother.

At first, I was cautious around him simply because I wasn’t used to being around older guys, but Elliot was nothing like my brother. He was kind yet firm, and he had a great relationship with his parents. He treated me with kindness too.

Elliot’s parents were incredibly gentle and caring. Even though I was only there for 3 days, I cried when it was time to leave. Elliot’s mother hugged me tightly, telling me,

“You’re welcome back anytime, dear.”

I promised her that I would return someday. They weren’t big on using cell phones, so I started writing them letters regularly. Elliot replied often, and before long, we were exchanging letters back and forth like an old-fashioned diary. That’s how our relationship blossomed, even though it was long distance and innocent just pure friendship without even a kiss.

Choosing My Own Path

Back at home, my brother eventually failed to get into the university he wanted and ended up enrolling in a lower ranked private college. When it was my turn to apply for college, my parents pressured me to skip higher education and get a job instead.

Their reasoning?

“Women don’t need a degree,”

they said, but I knew the real reason they didn’t want me to surpass my brother. Ever since that rural experience, I had dreamed of becoming a farmer. I knew I could pursue that dream without going to college, but since Elliott had moved to the city to attend college, I figured I’d give it a shot too.

I wanted to study modern farming methods and maybe even start a new type of farming. Fueled by my goal, I studied hard every day despite my parents and brother’s constant attempts to distract me.

When I finally passed the entrance exam for a good university, my father was enraged.

“How dare you as a woman go to a better university than your brother,”

he bellowed.

My mother added,

“We don’t have money for you. Your brother needs it more. You should just work and help support the family.”

The Final Break

I was heartbroken by my parents’ harsh words, and after a huge argument, I made the tough decision to cut ties with them completely. Elliot, the man I loved, came to pick me up for my childhood home, and his parents, who are now my in-laws, generously supported my college education.

With their help, I was able to attend college, and four years later, Elliot and I got married. During my college years, I didn’t reach out to my parents or brother. I kept my distance.

But when the time came to get married, my in-laws insisted that we inform my family.

“We need to at least let them know about the wedding,”

they said.

So for the first time in 4 years, we visited my parents’ house right after I graduated. Things were chaotic; it was also planting season on the farm, so we couldn’t visit until early summer. My in-laws, Elliot, and I had all been working outside under the sun, so our faces were darkened and sunburned from the hard work.