My “Golden Child” Brother Slept With My Wife And Fathered My Son. My Dad Just Rewrote His Will To Leave Him Exactly $1 While I Get $2 Million. Was I Too Harsh To Laugh In His Face When He Begged For Help?
The Golden Child and the Scapegoat
My Golden Child brother thought I’d overlook him sleeping with my wife because he’s always been Mom and Dad’s favorite. He was dead wrong, and now both of them are facing the consequences. But turns out this was the last straw for everyone.
Now my parents have cut him off completely, refusing to fund his lifestyle, and made me the sole heir of their $2 million inheritance. Suddenly my brother’s reaching out saying he regrets everything and wants to start fresh.
I have a younger brother, Caleb, who has absolutely despised me all my life. If you were wondering maybe it was out of jealousy, well, you were wrong. I wasn’t the favorite child, he was, so he had nothing to feel jealous about.
Let me give you some context. My mom has always pampered my younger brother. He was the Golden Child in our family. Mom would make his meals, do his laundry, and even asked me to assist with his school work.
I was expected to help out just because he’s family, but the same courtesy was never extended to me. I came to accept it as I was quite independent. Perhaps it was partly my fault for accommodating his wants and needs without reciprocation.
He never lent a hand when I needed it and only reached out to me when he wanted something from me. I was a quiet, introverted kid who liked to study and keep to myself, while he was exactly like our dad: rough and loud. I also tend to be straightforward and honest, not sugar-coating things and saying it like it is.
I believe my mother might have developed some negative perception of me as a result of my personality. As a result, he was everyone’s favorite in our family. I didn’t mind that when we were growing up, but the trouble arose when he found a way to sort of bully me or mock me for being different from him.
He would mock me for my height or the fact that I was wearing glasses. He would sneak into my room and try to read my diary so that he could complain to my mom about anything I had written. I would yell at him and complain to my parents about him invading my privacy, but they would laugh it off, telling me how it was not a big deal.
He did more terrible things, like nearly breaking my glasses and putting nasty things in my food. He had even once put little stones in my cereal, but luckily I found them before they could have hurt my teeth. I told my mom that, but she brushed it off, saying:
“This is how brothers bond.”
Every time we would fight, Caleb would insult me, knowingly focusing on all my insecurities. He and I went to the same school, so he was aware that I was being bullied by a couple of kids. He would show support to those kids instead of supporting me.
He would join them in calling me names like “ugly loser” or “hairy monkey” and encourage the bullies to physically harm me because, according to him, I was just a big failure. Another time we had a fight about something I can’t remember, but it was probably something silly, and at the end of the fight, he told me to kill myself.
Other insults I could brush off easily, but that one really hurt because I was struggling with my mental health during that time. I’m doing better now; it just sucked to hear that my own brother wanted me to die. Dad was often at work and Mom didn’t seem to care much. She even scolded me once, claiming it was my fault for playing and irritating him.
