Least favorite child

I don’t know if my parents even realize it, but I know they prefer my brother over me. I don’t resent him at all, I acknowledge that he is the better child. The obedient one. The smart one. The good one. The one that doesn’t cause problems. I am the bane of my parents’ existence. If not for me, their lives would be so much better. I just wish I were never born. The only good thing I ever did for my family was have my son. He, and everyone else, would be better off without me.

Edit: my husband lost his job so we had to move back in with my parents. I see them every day so it makes it hard to ignore. I appreciate them but it doesn’t change how I feel.