My sister destroyed my Christmas present because it was more expensive than hers. So my parents...

My sister destroyed my Christmas present

because it was more expensive than hers.

So, my parents sold hers and gave me the

money. My sister has been entitled since

she was little. Tantrums in stores,

hitting my parents when they said no,

demanding whatever she wanted. By age

seven, she was making family decisions.

Where we'd vacation, what we'd eat, who

we could invite over. By 10, she ran our

household. My parents gave in to avoid

her meltdowns. When she turned 11, my

parents finally put their foot down.

They were done giving her everything,

and they stuck to it. She's resented me

ever since. Started calling me the

golden child, playing victim constantly.

She didn't understand it was because I

was 15 and she was 12 or because I

didn't throw tantrums and break things

when I didn't get my way. The worst was

when she got CPS called on our parents,

told her school they were starving her

that she never had food at home. The

investigation was over quickly. Zero

evidence of neglect. She was just

manipulating everyone to get attention.

She's kept up this act ever since. She's

14 now and nothing has changed. This

Christmas, I asked for a new phone. Mine

was barely holding a charge. My sister

told our parents to surprise her. At

Thanksgiving dinner, she joked my

present would obviously be more

expensive because she's the black sheep

and I'm the golden child. I asked why

she plays victim constantly. Because I

am one, she said. We ate in silence.

Nobody wanted to escalate it. Christmas

morning came. I opened my iPhone 13.

Exactly what I needed. I was overjoyed.

Also got deodorant, socks, standard

stuff. My sister opened hers. A Gucci

bag, Versace perfume, new shoes she'd

wanted for months, and an expensive

makeup palette. Every gift got an eye

roll. Even the shoes she'd begged for.

Got a lukewarm thanks. She went upstairs

nearly crying about how disappointed she

was with her presents. I couldn't figure

out why. An hour later, she came back

down holding a calculator. I was right.

My presents don't cost nearly as much as

yours. She'd looked up retail prices for

every single gift. Did the math to prove

it. My gifts were more expensive by

about $200. I want the $200 in cash

right now. My parents told her she was

being ridiculous. There was no way in

hell they'd do that. That's when she

completely lost it. I'd left my new

phone on the table. My sister grabbed it

and hurled it at the wall with

everything she had. It smashed on

impact. Screen shattering into pieces,

bits of glass and plastic scattering

across the floor. My mother yanked her

back by the shoulder as she tried to

bolt out the door. I picked up what was

left of my phone and went upstairs,

trying not to cry. I felt extremely hurt

by what she'd done. I heard my dad yell.

When my dad yells, everyone takes note.

He's exile and can be really scary when

he needs to be. About 10 minutes of

quiet talking. Then I heard my sister

crying in her room. She didn't even come

in to apologize. My mother came to my

room a few minutes later. Don't look up

repair prices. We're handling this

ourselves. 2 days later, my parents

handed me a huge watt of cash. What's

this about? We sold your sister's

presents. All of them. Get your phone

fixed and keep whatever's left. Getting

it fixed would cost less than they gave

me. I could keep the rest and use it

however I wanted. How did she react? The

fact she's been at her friend's house

for a day and a half should tell you

everything. She came back the next day,

still as entitled as ever. I talked to

my friends and they say, "What you did

is completely unacceptable. It could

even be considered abusive." My parents

scoffed. My dad said, "I mean this with

all due respect, but I'm not listening

to what your bimbo friend has to say.

Don't talk about her that way. Her bimbo

friend shouldn't talk about us that way.

But what she said is true." The room

went silent. My dad stood up. His voice

was ice cold. You know, if we're so

abusive, I think you'd be much happier

living somewhere else. He left to make a

call. Came back a few minutes later. My

parents are on their way to pick you up.

You can live with them for the rest of

the school year. My dad's parents are

farmers. He was raised on a farm,

working hard from a very young age. My

sister knows nothing about hard work.

When she learned her grandparents were

actually coming, she completely broke

down crying. I'm sorry. I didn't mean

it. I don't want to live with them.

Please don't make me go. She was finally

facing real consequences. Part of me

felt bad.