It's much deeper than everyone getting the same amount of dessert
as a kid. It's the support, the afterschool activities, the
showing up, the unconditional love. It's the reassurance that no
matter what you do, your parents will always be there for you.
It's not enough to say you loved us all the same, because i saw
it. When i wasn't allowed to do things that they could. When i
was unfairly compared. When their achievements were celebrated
and mine expected. It's the different standards, where for some
reason mine were always higher but no reward. When push came to
shove in a heated argument, your instincts told you to protect
her. To take her side. I will never fully understand. I think it
is too cruel to make me understand. It's less awkward now at
least. Our relationship almost died when i saw it all for what it
was. I still care but have little respect for you. Love doesn't
matter if there's no respect. Caring is unintentional, i'll care
for as long as it isn't calculated and deliberate. If i ever let
it get to that point i'll be disappointed in myself for
resembling you.