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Originally Posted by Brianna
I am the quintessential middle child. i.e.: all round scapegoat, screw-up, overachieving under-achiever, criminally-inclined and self-sabotaging.
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Same here.
At least you were the only girl Infi.
My sister was my maternal Grandparents' first Grandchild, and obviously a beloved first baby for my parents.
My Dad's family had been all boys, who begat boys. So she was very precious to her Uncles and paternal Grandmother.
Then me.
Another one.
Loved and cherished I'm sure, but never quite as special. From as long ago as I remember we were lumped together as "the girls" except she got the new clothes and exciting new experiences (like going to school first).
And then my little bro.
Who I hated for years. And yes, I do mean hated. Not every single second of the day, but at least once a day. He was the son and heir, the baby of the family, the first Grandson on Mum's side, the youngest Robinson on the other.
I get on with my bro so well now, have done for nearly 20 years. I don't see myself as his Big Sister in many respects, because he is so together and so sorted. I do still sometimes see him as my Little Brother though - if that makes sense - because I've been round the block so many times and experienced a lot he never well. I wouldn't really advise it either.
I'm certainly not a Little Sister. I'm not sure I ever was, being so close in age. Also I was far braver than her - she wouldn't go anywhere or do anything without me. And she barely treats me as a member of the family now, let alone a sibling. I honestly think she'd be nicer if I was a lodger here.