“You’re not invited to Christmas this year,” my dad sn3pped. “Fine,” I replied, quietly transferring the $8,000 holiday fund I sent him back into my account and canceling the chalet reservation in his name. By morning, I had 31 missed calls — and one message that made me laugh out loud. – Welcome

golden child who could make the biggest mistake imaginable and still somehow be described as “spirited.”

Then there was me.

I worked hard, kept my head down, helped whenever anyone needed me, and somehow still ended up feeling like the outsider.

Christmas had always made that painfully obvious.

Rachel got the attention. Dad gave speeches about family values.continue reading …