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⌈ Secret Post #5500 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

I feel this.
I'm the third and last sister in a family with three sisters, so I'm basically Mirabel in this scenario and I was always the black sheep in my family. Nobody really cared for me and my dreams. I was mostly invisible if I was not creating any problem and thus in needing of some scolding.
My oldest sister was the perfect golden child with perfect school grades who got into one of the best Med schools, basically Isabela. I envied her for a long time and hated her because she bullied me (she envied me because being the third child means having more freeedom and less expectations), but then she dropped out school and became one of those crazy antivax person. She's happier than ever, but I can't stand her because of her hurtful beliefs so no happy ending there.
The middle sister has had a very similar role to Luisa in my family. She was the most reliable and stable character in the whole family so she suffered from anxiety and constant pressure to be the peace keeper. She's better now and we have a good relationship, but I try not to rely too much on her because she still has some problems.

Me, I'm mostly by myself and can't relate to my family at all, if not to my "Luisa". I studied a foreign language and got out of my family house as soon as I could. I lived in the opposite part of the world for 5 years. I'm back there now because of mental health problems and because I wanted to spend some time with my parents before they grow too old, but as soon as I'm "done" with therapy and I can move back to my other country I'm out of here. I'm still the last of my family and nobody see the *real* me.

All this rambling just to say I GET YOU, NONNY. My family is like the Madrigal in the first act of the story. I cried like a little baby when I heard Mirabel's "waiting on a miracle" because that was my life when I was younger. Now I'm better, but thinking about my childhood is still bittersweet.

Regarding your "credibility as a man", I'm really sorry you feel like that. Society's expectations tied to masculinity are very damaging. IMHO the strongest men I've known are the one that have the courage to be vulnerable despite everyone else saying that they shouldn't be. Take care, OP.

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[(Anonymous)]

Thanks for sharing. I'm glad you're doing better, that sounds like a stressful environment growing up. Someone will see you eventually, I'm sure of it (kind of ironic to say that on anon, but we take what we can get, LOL).

Yeah, I try and remember that all the male teachers I looked up to weren't narcissistic, raging jerks, just men who were doing their best and providing for the community - more often than not, that meant expressing their feelings, too. That's the kind of man I want to be. Cheers