There is absolutely nothing quite as genuinely painful as starkly realizing that family favoritism can sometimes be cruelly measured quite clearly in dollars. My parents had happily poured a staggering $50,000 into my Sister’s lavish wedding only three short years ago. So, when I, Kate, got engaged to my fantastic fiancé last year, I naturally expected a similar level of necessary financial support from them. Instead of a generous contribution, however, they merely handed me a small $3,000 check. When I gently asked my Mom about the incredibly drastic difference in their financial support, she very calmly replied with a dismissive shrug, “You’re older, handle it entirely yourself.” I realized their money clearly defined my true worth to them.