Managing the Non-needy Rep

I am the youngest of three. My older brother, Andy, has 8 1/2 years on me and my sister, Nanci, two. Both of them gave my parents fits right through high school in ways that we laugh about now but weren’t all that funny back then.

And then along came Bill.

I was a good student. I had good friends. I played sports. I was self-motivated. My parents were relieved to find that I didn’t cause them to pull their hair out the way they did with my siblings. As such, I was largely left alone, not because they didn’t love me, but rather they were exhausted and happy that I was non-needy.