I'm sorry, I've never been a good enough niece in your eyes. To you, I was this spoiled brat who took all my mother's money.
The truth is, any money I took from her, was money I had earned, I had to learn chores at a young age and she gave me an allowance for it. I'm sorry that you are "richer" than us, that you are above us, and that we are nothing to you.
I put up with you and how you treated me for a long time. You made me feel miserable, you still make me feel miserable.
You have always blamed me for my mother's money issues, when you know she was a single mother and worked hard for her money. You told me to my face, that my mother would be better off without me because she wouldn't have money issues.
I bet you don't remember that though, do you? I bet you don't remember the look of hurt that was on my face when you said. It was a slap to my face and I was always terrified to ask my mom for money because your words would come to mind.
Your attitude is part of the reason I have depression. You are family, how dare you put me down and tell me I am the reason my mom has money issues. How dare you tell me I don't deserve anything that I've worked for in life.
I can't look you in the eyes, there is so much I want to say to you. I can't stand being in the same room as you. You say that my family is selfish and self centered and that we don't care about anyone but ourselves. How dare you!
I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you wished I was, I'm sorry that you can't have pride in me when I do good on something. But you know what I'm not sorry for?
I'm not sorry that my mom is my mom. I'm not sorry that she did EVERYTHING she could to provide for me, even if that meant working 2 jobs a majority of my life to keep a roof over my head and food for me to eat.
It sickens me that you think the way you treat my family is perfectly okay. That it's "normal" to treat a family this way. I'm sorry we don't rank where your family does. It sickens me that you can't stand my brother because of the woman he married, and that you won't consider his family your family.
I bet you don't even approve of my relationship, but you know something? I don't care, because you may be "family" but I don't have to "love" you like a family should. I'll tolerate you until I can't tolerate you any longer, and then I'll explode because I have this pent up anger from how you made me feel all my life.
I will tolerate you when I have to see you, but that's it. Being around you is too much, it makes me sick, and I'm glad I don't really spend any holidays with you anymore because I don't think I can hold back on how I feel anymore.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but at least I'm real, unlike you.
I'd say I love you, but I don't.
