Oh love. I wish I could have a coffee with you. We could have an amazing therapy session together. My mom married a man and he adopted me when I was 2. Yet all my life he favored “his” kids over me and I tended to get the short end of the stick for everything. It’s a horrible feeling to be treated like you aren’t “good enough.” To this day he still acts like that to me when all my siblings get together. Yet he will never own up to his actions. That just scratches the surface to my story. One day I’ll put a 2,3,4, or 5 part post on my own blog. When the time is right. Letting go of someone is the hardest but most weightlifting thing to do. Good luck on your journey.