I’ve always been the one in my family whom everyone counts on. But when I finally did something for myself, my sister turned it into a nightmare I never saw coming. My name is Rachel.
I’m 32 years old. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been the responsible one in my family. I rarely spoiled myself, until recently, when I bought a new car.
By 16, I had a part-time job as a cashier at a grocery store. I juggled school, jobs, and college applications while saving every dime I could. Nothing came easy, but I never complained.
I was proud of being the independent one. Then there’s Melissa. She’s 28 and lives like life is a party someone else should clean up after.Continue reading…