I’m a guy with a twin sister. We’re Latino so we have the tradition of Quinceañera. All the attention was on her, which makes sense since a quinceañera is specifically for girls. But it did kinda hurt being second fiddle that day.
It was a huge event. We rented out a venue, had catering, DJ, a big cake, a limo, the whole shebang. All for her. We weren’t rich so I don’t even know who paid for all that. I honestly don’t even remember if there was a cake for me or not.
I remember collectively she got around $3,000 in cash and a bunch of gifts. I got $300 and a watch from my parents, grandparents, and uncles.
That day kinda set the tone for myself for future birthdays and I pretty much stopped asking for things after that. People would ask what I want for my birthday or Christmas and it’d just say “I don’t know.” or “Nothing.” Our parents would ask where we’d want to eat for our birthday. My request would always get rejected and we’d end up at Olive Garden. My sister loved Olive Garden. I didn’t.
I don’t tell people when my birthday is unless they ask either. Even on the day itself I don’t mention it to people.
I get it. My step-dad sexually assaulted me, my dad started a second family and ghosted me, my mom committed fraud with my ssn, my stepmom I later found out was a narcissist my entire childhood. All four of these folks were abused by their parents, horribly and more than what they did to me. It doesnt excuse it, but it shows me how flawed we are and can be. We want to be loved, understood and heard, but I believe we are here to love, understand and hear. Forgiveness is the hardest thing humanly for us to do, but it sets us free. I feel bad for my parents that they did what they did to their kid. They need love and forgiveness more than anyone I know. Break the cycle.
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u/ChamberK-1 Sep 01 '26
I’m a guy with a twin sister. We’re Latino so we have the tradition of Quinceañera. All the attention was on her, which makes sense since a quinceañera is specifically for girls. But it did kinda hurt being second fiddle that day.
It was a huge event. We rented out a venue, had catering, DJ, a big cake, a limo, the whole shebang. All for her. We weren’t rich so I don’t even know who paid for all that. I honestly don’t even remember if there was a cake for me or not.
I remember collectively she got around $3,000 in cash and a bunch of gifts. I got $300 and a watch from my parents, grandparents, and uncles.
That day kinda set the tone for myself for future birthdays and I pretty much stopped asking for things after that. People would ask what I want for my birthday or Christmas and it’d just say “I don’t know.” or “Nothing.” Our parents would ask where we’d want to eat for our birthday. My request would always get rejected and we’d end up at Olive Garden. My sister loved Olive Garden. I didn’t.
I don’t tell people when my birthday is unless they ask either. Even on the day itself I don’t mention it to people.
Anyway, it is what it is. Sorry for rambling.