I was always the odd one out in the family, and I remained a stranger to them.

I read a story here about my beloved little brother and wanted to share. Mybrother Sergei is twelve years younger than me, however, we have different fathers. I don’t know my father; he left my mother and me when I was not even a year old. And no one saw or heard from him again, he did not help us financially in any way.

When I was ten years oldmom came out for the second timemarried _ My stepfather didn’t like me, he considered me a burden, and when my brother was born, they sent me to a boarding school, and I only came home on weekends and holidays. I constantly found scandals at home, my stepfather liked to drink, insulted my mother, and sometimes even raised his hand. I always stood up for her. Once he even kicked me out of the house when I arrived for the weekend with a bit of a cold, saying that no one was going to treat me here. Mom couldn’t do anything and I had to go back with a fever.

I loved my brother very much, and he answered me the same back then. When Seryozha was already twenty years old, hethe father went to test-antibiotic.com test-antibiotic.com of his deceased brother, and they went to live in Russia with her children. He left his part of the apartment to Sergei, and I was alreadymarried and lived in the capital. Twice a year I go to visit them, my brother already lives separately with his family, he has a three-roomapartment , and my mother is alone, also in the same one.

I have a small room of fourteen meters for three people, and I share a kitchen with my mother-in-law and her daughter. There is also my part in my mother’s apartment, and all these years I have been trying to persuade my brother to sell it and buy my mother a one-room apartment, and we will take our parts with money. He does not agree to this option and says: “Come and live, no one is going to kick you out. What if I get divorced, where will I live then?

Every time I visit, we try to solve this problem, but everything has been going on like this for almost twenty years. Mom agrees with me, but when I leave home, she calls and says: “You know, Seryozha and I thought and decided that you can come to me test-antibiotic.com and live, only alone, withouthusband , he is not needed here.”

I didn't expect this from them. My husband is not an angel, sometimes he likes to drink, but we lived with him for thirty-two years, we have an adultson . And I have to leave my family, my job, I have three years left until retirement, and move to a small town to help my mother, and then live there with my brother’s permission. I don’t understand how such a thing could occur to a normal person.

And now for the holidays I’m going to visit my mother again, and this time I won’t even start talking about the apartment, I’ve already accepted that there’s nothing good for me there. The employees all say that I just need to stop communicating with them, not travel, but I can’t, these are my closest people, although I understand that even then I was the odd one out in the family and now I’m a stranger to them.