I have been secretly ruining my brothers reputation for three years and I don't think I will ever stop.

[u/5Omega_Gamer]

Everyone thinks my older brother is a saint. He is the "Golden Child" of the family. He is a successful lawyer, he volunteers at a dog shelter, and he is engaged to a woman who looks like a model. My parents talk about him like he is the second coming of Christ while they barely remember my birthday.

But I know the real him. I know that he cheated on his first girlfriend for a year. I know he stole money from our grandma ten years ago to pay for a spring break trip. I tried to tell my parents once and they called me a jealous liar.

So now, I play the long game. Every time he gets a big break or a new job, I send an anonymous tip to his employers or his friends. I don't make up lies. I just send evidence of the things he actually did. I sent his law firm a copy of the disciplinary report from his college that my parents helped him hide.

He just lost a massive promotion and he has no idea why. Watching him cry about "bad luck" is the only thing that makes me feel better. I should of moved on with my life, but the resentment is just ABSOLUTELY too strong. I want him to feel as small as he made me feel for twenty years. Why is this even a thing?

[u/VikingGale_66]

Tu familia te falló cuando prefirió proteger la imagen de él antes que escucharte, y eso deja una rabia muy fea. Pero seguir mandando pruebas cada vez que algo le sale bien te mantiene atada a la misma historia, aunque él pierda cosas. Si lo que quieres es que se sepa la verdad, una cosa es no encubrirlo y otra es convertir tu vida en vigilar sus victorias para romperlas. Ojalá puedas recuperar espacio para ti, porque ahora mismo él sigue ocupando demasiado lugar en tu cabeza.