I used to think being the “responsible one” meant I’d be safe in my own family. Like if I paid the bills, handled the emergencies, showed up on time, and never caused drama… eventually I’d be treated like I belonged. Then my sister laughed in my face at Dad’s retirement dinner. I’m Matthew, 36, a financial analyst in Seattle. My job is literally to keep people from making expensive emotional decisions. But for eight years, I’ve been making them at home. My parents wanted the glossy version of re

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