Aitah for being born a girl?

So for some context, in my paternal side of the family, girls are wanted and loved but unfortunately they were rare, like every guy on my dad's side (except for my grandfather) either has one girl and a few boys, all boys or no kids at all, that's the genetics in my dad's family. My grandfather was married to my step grandma (his first wife) and had a total of five kids with her, three females and two males, after her death giving birth to my youngest half uncle she died, and after a little while my grandfather married my grandma, again he had with her four males and two females. Both my half uncle each had one girl and three boys, the same pattern. Then my oldest full uncle married, he never had kids. Then my oldest full aunt married and she had no kids either because she was a diabetic and always miscarried due to complications. Then my second full uncle got married and only had two boys. Then my dad married and after a year I was born. My dad's side of the family was thrilled to find I was a girl, and they had a huge party, to celebrate my arrival, and since then I grew up under my grandma and younger aunt's care in my late grandfather's mansion. The mansion was huge and my oldest aunt and her husband had the third floor, my youngest uncle had the second and my grandma, both my mom and dad, and youngest aunt lived on the first floor. Anyways, after I was born, the reading of my late grandfather's will stated that his mansion would be handed to his first born granddaughter, which was me, and that made my oldest aunt and my oldest uncle's wife jealous, and they attempted both to get pregnant, but as I said my aunt couldn't because she was a diabetic and my uncle's wife couldn't because she was infertile, and that made them hate and resent my dad, and made him move out the mansion into a small house, using my dad's failed business as an alibi. But my grandma and youngest aunt insisted on continuing to raise me, crying tears when my parents said no, so they ultimately caved in and let me be raised there. As a child I was called the princess, the golden child, by everyone in the neighborhood and all of my extended family, (not to brag or anything, just telling the truth) and that made my aunt and my uncle's wife feel jealousy and envy, and when I was two years old, they heard my mom got pregnant again, fearing that it'll be another girl, my uncle's wife was the first to hurry to adopt a baby girl, the baby looked like her and my uncle's, fair skinned, curly blond hair, brown eyes, the works. Then my aunt hurried to adopt a baby girl herself, but to her surprise, her adopted baby looked nothing like her, my aunt is blond, her husband is white as a ghost, but the baby girl they adopted was clearly mixed, she had this glowing warm brown skin, black thick curly hair and hugged black eyes. As children, I really loved both my adopted cousins and would often play with them, but as we grew older they started lying and framing me for things I didn't do and we grew distant. Like, at my oldest uncle's funeral, his adoptive daughter went out to play, and deliberately picked a fight with the girls, they fought and she lost, she came crying into the mansion, turning all eyes on her and cried to my late uncle's wife (her adoptive mom) that I was the one who told the girls to hit her and my other adopted cousin backed her up since they both went out together. I was a very shy and antisocial child, rarely going out to play and mostly sitting home watching cartoons or reading book stories, but I never stayed silent when provoked. But her adoptive mother believed her and slapped me in front of the whole extended family, family friends and my late uncle who was a colonel's army buddies and subordinates. I remember feeling so wronged that I slapped her back, and told her to check with everyone and they would tell her I never set foot outside, everyone started defending me, and that was when they started trying to sabotage everything I did. I was naturally good at studying and actually good looking, so as we grew older every birthday party, every celebration, every graduation that was mine they always created drama. When I became a teenager, things got worse. I grew like any other girl, and by fifteen I swear to god I had a 34D cup chest, and then shit started going downhill, as my aunt's husband put his eyes on me, his hugs lingered, his eyes felt like they were undressing me and the comments were sexual. When I talked to my aunt she shut me off saying I'm so full of myself, that just because I was beautiful and smart didn't mean every man wanted me. I was a teen, I didn't know what to do, my mom and dad were away and I couldn't call them, so I went to grandma and youngest aunt, they fought with my aunt about it and told her I wasn't paranoid but that only made my aunt feel even more envious and angry at me. I recorded her husband on my phone when he tried to get me alone and then showed her the recorded disgusting words he would say, she didn't say anything, but he never came near me again. When I was sixteen, she was fourteen but she used to sneak out the house to meet her boyfriend, and tried to pin that on me when she got caught by our nieghbors, since our family didn't allow us to date until we're 18, and that led to a tense month of me gathering all evidence of her being the culprit, which broke into another fight between my parents and aunt as she tried to pin what her daughter did on me. Fast forward to now, I'm almost eighteen, and things are only getting worse, I used to have long golden brown hair, like past my butt, but my adoptive cousin held a candle to it when I was playing with my baby cousin, and burnt it, so now I have a bob, I confronted her and a huge fight broke. The whole family came to the garden to witness what was all that screaming about, and they found me on top of her, punching her left and right. They stare in horror but I couldn't stop as I felt every emotion from the past years and ruined events, sabotaged parties, the lies, their attempts to frame me for things I didn't do, all come out and I said some hurtful things then stormed to my room. I don't know if what I did was wrong, I feel like it was. So, aitah? Now I'm back at my parents house and refused to return to the mansion despite my grandma and youngest aunt's pleas for me to go back.