21-year-old's car breaks down, parents fix it and give it to 17-year-old brother instead: 'Somehow he deserves my car more than I do'

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  • A teenage boy holds a video game controller while sitting in front of a computer in a dark room
  • My parents are trying to take my car and give it to my brother, and now they’re controlling every part of my life.

    I (21F) honestly feel like I'm losing my mind. My parents have always favored my brother (17M). He's their only biological kid, and it shows. I live with my bio mom and stepdad, and the favoritism has been obvious my whole life—but this situation has pushed me to my breaking point.
  • Last Monday my car broke down. I called my parents before getting a tow because I hoped it was something simple. It wasn't.
  • My car started smoking while I was driving. I paid $160 for a tow and had it taken to my dad's buddy's shop. But nobody will tell me what's actually wrong with it. My dad immediately asked how much money I had saved and said I "needed a new car."
  • Before the tow, I crawled under the car myself and didn't see anything broken. Suddenly my dad claims something is "hanging" and "broken," but refuses to show me. He even "joked" to his buddy that I destroyed my car. It didn't feel like a joke.
  • The only thing I know for sure is that my rear tires had to be manually unlocked because the parking brake somehow turned on by itself.
  • As soon as we left the shop, my parents started showing me old cars from 2005-2010... while I currently drive a 2017 Titanium Escape that I worked two waitressing jobs for three years to afford.
  • When I asked what about my car, they said they'd "fix it up and give it to my brother."
  • My dad claims he gets to decide because he once put $6,000 toward the car after a government shutdown — and because I get paid to go to school due to his 100% military dis lity. So suddenly it's "his" money and "his” car. They refuse to put the car in my name. They want me to buy a new one... in his name again.
  • A woman wearing glasses sits in the driver's seat of a car with the window open
  • My brother has never had a job. He plays video games all day. Doesn't help around the house. Eats everything. Barely passes high school. They can't even trust him to wake up on time. But somehow he "deserves" my car more than I do.
  • Since my car broke down, I'm not allowed to walk anywhere in town — not even to the IGA or Dollar General. I feel like a hostage in my own home.
  • I've been depr sed about the car, and my mom cornered me in my room demanding to know why I was "acting depr sed." When I said it was my car, she told me: "You need to stop being depr sed because you're making me depr sed."
  • I finally told her I'm on anxiety meds and trying to get therapy. She said she doesn't know why I'm like this because I "have life made."
  • This part hurts the most though. My elderly neighbor — who was like a grandmother to me — passed away a few days before Mother's Day. Her husband told my parents I was absolutely invited to the funeral and so were they.
  • My mom decided for me that I wasn't going. It was down the road. But because I don't have a car (at the time), I'm "not allowed to walk anywhere."
  • She prioritized my sister's monthly - meeting instead — a meeting that isn't even important.
  • My parents are suddenly talking about buying the trailer next door and "moving me out there," maybe even hinting my boyfriend could move too. But I'm not getting my hopes up - it feels like bait to make me drop my guard.
  • I've gone cold and distant. They notice, but I don't care. I'm tired of being their maid, their emotional dumping ground, and their afterthought.
  • I've decided to give up the car. If they want to hand it to my brother, fine. I'll probably a Toyota get a new one RAV4 or Honda Civic and I will not pay a dime if my stepdad insists it must be in his name.
  • I'm just done. Done being controlled. Done being guilt-tripped. Done being treated like I don't matter.

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