My younger brother has always been the favorite. Growing up, he got everything handed to him while I worked for everything I had. As adults, nothing changed — my parents constantly asked me to rescue him.

At 18, they begged me to buy him a car. Later, when he lost his job, they asked me to let him live with me. I even helped him financially month after month. But when he got married and they wanted me to pay their share of the wedding, I finally said no.

Since then, every time I refused a request, I became “the bad sister.” The final straw came last week when they asked me to watch my brother’s baby while he went on a business trip and his wife wanted a vacation. I refused — I have my own kids and responsibilities, and they’ve never paid me for babysitting anyway.

My mother cried, tried to guilt-trip me, and my sister-in-law called to accuse me of “ruining their plans.” I told them both the same thing: my brother needs to grow up and handle his own responsibilities.

Now no one is speaking to me, and my husband thinks I was too harsh — but honestly, I’m tired of being treated like the family ATM. Saying “no” was the first time I chose myself.