Growing up with step siblings that come from a completely different socioeconomic background is so fucking infuriating. My step siblings come from a family of doctors whereas I come from a family of factory workers. I fucking hated it. My siblings got everything they ever wanted. They all got phones at 13. They all got cars when they got their license. They had their college paid for. I’ve had to work my ass off for every single one of those luxuries. They never had to work two fucking jobs to pay for a shitty fucking car. They never had to pull loans where the interest rate is an arm and a leg. They never knew the embarrassment of having a tracfone. They can’t even fucking comprehend what it’s like to be poor. They can’t fucking comprehend that when I broke my foot earlier this year, I couldn’t afford to go to the ER so I had to set the bone myself. They couldn’t comprehend growing up on EBT. They couldn’t comprehend that I couldn’t get the latest iPhone as soon as it came out. They couldn’t comprehend that I have to only have one meal a day, that I have to work 60 hours a week to make sure I don’t get behind on bills. They can’t comprehend why I’ll break down into tears whenever something goes wrong with my car or if my phone breaks or if I get sick or injured. And it fucking infuriates me, living under the same roof as them, that they have no fucking idea how different our upbringings were. And it fucking infuriates me when they complain that their life is ‘harder than mine’.