between my brother and i, i am the reject out of the two. i can remember when i was just a little kidd that my mom wouldnt ever hug me when my brother and i got bacc from staying with our grandparents. she would run to my brother with open arms, telling him how much she missed him and how much she loves him. once i got a little older and into middle school thats when i realized that no matter how hard i tried noone in my family would think i was good enough. in the beginning i was failing almost all of my classes, but in the second half of the year i turned them around and was getting at least a b in all of them. when i told my grandparents this they said that my brother was getting all a and that i could do much better. once in highschool thats when the **** hit the fan, i met a guy who was 3 years older than me and we fell in love, after a few months of being together i found out i was pregnant. once that got to my father he told my grandparents, they told me that i was a little **** and that i was going to go to hell because i had sex and got preggo without being married, so him and i got engaged. that made them even more mad because this guy was almost 19 and had a criminal record and i was only 15 and had a juvinile record. so after being forced to have an abortion me and my family grew more and more apart, they all called me a **** and treated me as such. even though my mother, aunt, and granmother all had abortions and werent married when they were pregnant. so after getting bacc into school i was getting pretty good grades (lowest was a c) and i was trying to get bacc on my familys good side. they still decided i wasnt good enough for them, and i never would be. then more disaster, my fiance got sent to prison (god thing i had that abortion after all). i would have had my baby boy Tyler only a few months after he was sentanced to 3 years in prison. when my granparents found this out they were beyond pissed, they called me every name in the book. (even though they are some of the most conformist Christians ever.) so still to this day they bring up the past and end up making me feel like more of a failure in life, and making me feel more unwanted and hated in the family.