I used to be jealous of my brother because he was always the golden child and could do no wrong. I was the black sheep just because I wasn't religious and went to college. Families can suck sometimes. My brother is my best friend now. Sometimes we joke about this stuff. There was one occasion when we were kids when he tried to hit me over the head with a vacuum cleaner. According to my family, that was my fault even though he's two and a half years older than me and was a teenager at the time.
I just think that they needed to have an actual "problem child" so they could see how easy they had it.
My brother is secretly an atheist these days. If my family knew, they'd probably blame me for it.
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