Tala,
I can sympathize as I was/still am in the same boat you are.
3 out of 4 grandparents of mine did not speak English until they were close to 10 years old, children of immigrants. Other grandma struggled on a small sugar beet farm in northern MI. As a result, all the grandparents worked their butts off to improve their station in life as did my parents in turn. Even though I was competing at Class A shows in high school with decent grades (mostly B's, occasional A or C), nothing I did was ever good enough. It didn't help that I had a younger brother who OPTED to go to Catholic school while I chose to stay in public. Not only that, he got straight A's, was a great football player (his team won state champs twice) and was very popular to boot. I never went to a high school dance, something my father was very disappointed in. After high school, I took off just to get away and struggled on my own working 2 or even 3 jobs.
My brother entered college as I began competing in endurance riding. However, after winning ride after ride and being the youngest person ever to win a 70 mile ride, my parents focused on my brother being a red-shirt freshman at a Big 10 college.
I began at community college at age 21 as my brother got a good chunk of playing time. My parents always had stuff from his college--bumper stickers, sweatshirts, etc ...--while they looked with disdain on my small community college. Despite graduating college magna cum laude, nothing could compare with my brother completing his masters while being a football player also graduating magna cum laude. He was even scouted by the Pittsburgh Steelers the year they won the Super Bowl in Detroit. He instead works for an oil company, making $85,000 a year out of college. I've been working as a part time librarian, making $8,000 a year.
Now, the majority of brother's friends are NFL players or went on to become medical doctors. One even won $50,000 on Fear Factor. At my brother's very posh wedding, dad took lots of pictures of me with my escort (an Oakland Raider) and none of me and my husband. My dad always encourages me, in front of DH, that I should begin seeing my brother's friends. Dad also tells me I should give up on this whole hobby farm thing and get a job in the city. I finally told him that I was more interested in my happiness than making money and I would never be happy in the city.
Of course my father and to a lesser extent my mother will trek all around the Midwest to go with brother to football games, but they show no interest in my endurance riding. Even when I win, it's "Oh, that's nice dear. DId you know your brother went to Napa with Oakland Raider friend?" My mother, even though she likes horses, wants to know when I plan to "retire." I'm only 29! Most competitors are in their 60s!
Tala,
Do what makes you happy and to heck with anyone else. Though I do struggle with self-esteem issues, I'm still living a happy, productive life.