My Nephew Took My Car and Crashed It — My Brother Denied Responsibility, but Karma Caught Up
For most of my life, I’ve been the extra chair at the table—there, but unnoticed. My name is Betty. I’m divorced, childless, and in my family, that’s always meant “less important.” My older brother, Peter, is the golden child, and his son, Nick, has been treated like royalty since birth. Nick never hears “no.” He …