Yep - same here. i was the black sheep.
the youngest of the 4 of us - my 2nd half-brother - was the golden boy to mom. still very obvious.
she would even forget my birthday. and last time i tried to talk to her seriously she had forgotten major events that showed her and the step-dad in a bad light. now, ironically she has dementia - and has forgotten nearly everything. and to think that i used to try to protect her from being hurt by trying to hide my abuse.
and the step-dad treated his own sons like royalty - while my full brother and me were like servants. and if there was ever a choice to be made by mom between him and me - i did not even exist.
there was lots for me to forgive.
How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....