But not everything in my life was peaceful. The other side of my family, the one I was born into, was a landscape of resentment and jealousy. My mother, Brenda, and my younger sister, Tara, have always had a complicated relationship with me. Brenda believes I am too proud, too lucky, that I live a fairy tale simply because I married a good man. Tara, on the other hand, never hid her contempt. She mocked my choices, criticized my appearance, and made bitter jokes about how perfect my life looked from the outside.