I am the son of a side woman, and I've been using this account for 2 years to vent

Hello Karma farmers, i know this is gonna be a long post, but I gotta let it out. I come here everyday to vent, the same way I went to a therapist for 2 years. I've kept this account private and used this name to talk about it, because i cant in real life ever, i cant go back to change the past in any way, I can only accept it and move on. <br><br><br>I just found out that the family im living with, and the father I thought I had, were not actually mine. I cant share way too much, but I'll try to summarize as much as I can.<br><br><br>I was only 7 at the time, my real brother and I ended up living with my mother who I had never met, and her husband who had 2 kids. I grew up in a pretty normal household, it was all pretty normal up until i was about 14. My brother and I's birthdays are about a year apart, and I remember how different it was when my brother turned 18, and the next year when i turned 18. I never knew why my brother was treated better than me, or why i was so hated. We were the same age, friends, and classmates. We never liked the family, they were always begging me to do chores, and buy them snacks, clothes, phones and jewelry. They were so lazy, so spoiled, and so annoying, but i tried to be as humble as I could, because my brother was always humble. <br><br><br>I spent all my free time helping out with chores, housework, and cooking, it was never enough. They never appreciated it, they never thanked me, they never asked how i was doing, they never wanted to be my friend. They only cared about my brother. I did more than my brother could ever do, and he always did less than I did. They were so easy on him, they didn't talk to him the way they talked to me. They did more, they helped him more, they spoiled him more. <br><br><br>I remember one day, I was 18, and i had just started getting job offers. I told my mother and brothers that I was moving out to get my own apartment. I remember the look on my brother's face when he said "That's a good idea, you shouldn't be staying with us anyway." My mother called my brother and sent him to find me to beg me to come back, and I just ignored him. I knew he wasn't my brother, but i knew he was the only family i had, I was alone. I still remember that day when i finally got my apartment and my own place, i definitely did not deserve to be treated that way. I was home all the time, because i didn't go out that much, i didn't have money to spend on social activities, and i didn't really have friends. It was all pretty lonely. <br><br><br>I just remember those memories when my brother and I were 15. He had a phone, and we would text each other, i didn't have a phone, so i used to borrow his to listen to music and watch videos. I never noticed that he cares so much about his privacy, and that he always deletes his messages from me. With him being my friend and brother, i would always share my password with him. He always asked for it, and he never forgot it. I would always have to change it because i felt someone had access to my phone. I still remember one day, when i was telling him about my day at school, when i laughed at a joke and went to delete some messages from my friends, and i saw all our messages deleted, and so were my messages with my friends. <br><br><br>The most recent memory i have was when my brother and i were 17. He tricked me into getting him a loan of 2500 usd, by making me sign the papers in front of him. I didnt know what i was doing back then. He paid me 250 cash and told me to pay back 2500 of which i can't do. I got a call from the bank confronting me about the loan, even though i didn't ask for it. I had sweat all over my face, i was dizzy, i was about to faint and I was too afraid to say anything back. I did say that im too young and they told me that I signed for it. I lied and said that i was tricked, but they didnt know who to believe. I had to go to the bank, explain the situation again, and i got a 1 year extension on the loan. I was literally shaking and crying while i was paying off the loan, because i was earning minimum wage, about 4 usd an hour. I definitely got in debt and i had to borrow money from my friends. It took me 4 years to pay off that loan, and i got out of debt last year. I'm still paying off an account that i dont really use, and its full of debt and loans. I just paid one off, and i got another one from my brother, and he didn't even WARN me. He certainly wasn't paying me back. <br><br><br>I found out that my brother isn't my brother. I just found out that my mother is not my mother, my father is not my father, and i have no family. I have no one. I will never ask you to feel sorry for me, im not looking for sympathy. I'm just fucking angry. I was forced to be born into a family that i dont belong to, because they did a ritual on me and my family. I was forced to be born into a family that i dont like or know. They made me suffer, they made me do chores, they made me work and they made me pay them. They made me think that im my own person, and that i had a family. I never had a family. I got my own apartment as soon as i could. I'm so angry about it, i just feel like fucking screaming. They are not my family. <br><br><br>I hope you enjoy your karma, i hope you read this and get a perspective of what it feels like to literally have no one. I was born alone, and i will die alone. I dont care for karma, i dont care for you. I care for myself, because no one does.