Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
LILY
My sister has always been a bitch. One of the only three people that I have held disdain and hatred for from the time I can remember. My parents divorced a few months after I was born because my Mom found out that Dad was having an affair, and the woman was also having his child.
He begged Mom to stay with him, but she filed for divorce right away and kicked him out of the marital home. He went on to marry the other woman and proceeded out of spite to fight for fifty-fifty custody of me. Mom tried her best to stop it but it was no use.
From the age of two, I spent every other week at his home, being tormented by his wife and daughter. Then, when I was old enough, the courts cut the custody down to every other weekend, which was even worse because now they hated that I chose Mom over them as if there was any doubt.
I knew why his new wife hated me and Mom, but I could never understand why their daughter hated me as much as she did. Until it dawned on me that they were never at my grandparents’ house at the same time I was.
For some reason, when I was younger, I always thought they just went at different times since my Mom was usually with me when I visited, but once I got older, I found out that my grandparents had almost disowned Dad for the affair and had forbidden Janice, the wife, from ever crossing their door and refused to acknowledge Lacey as their granddaughter.
I’m not sure what any of that had to do with me or why I was the one who had to pay the price for the decisions the adults in my life made, but when I was younger, it used to hurt like hell.
Every time Lacey took something or broke something of mine, and my Dad ignored it or yelled at me for crying; I died more and more inside. His wife would always threaten that if I told my mother what was going on in their house, I would be taken away and put into foster care, so I never said anything when I was younger.
It was only when I turned fifteen and was a little more aware that I started to speak up about the abuse I endured in that house for the last thirteen years that Mom went back to court and got Dad’s custody time cut down tremendously.
It didn’t affect child support because Dad still worked for the company owned by his parents, and they threatened him once again with expulsion if he even thought about hurting Mom or me.
Their anger and hate turned into passive aggression, which was a step up from being locked in my room for the weeks I was there in the past. Lacey was pissed because she could no longer get away with tormenting me, and since I only had to see her four days out of the month instead of two weeks, I was able to ignore her most of the time, which only seemed to piss her off more.
Her mother hated that my grandparents still favored Mom and invited her to all of their important events; we still went on vacation with them twice a year, while Dad and his family were never invited.
When I was old enough to discuss these things I asked my grandmother why they never forgave Dad. Their answer was that when he cheated, they saw it as a bad reflection on them and their parenting.
They hadn’t raised their son to be so unfaithful as to cheat on his pregnant wife, and accepting him and the woman he cheated with would be the same as saying they accepted his behavior, which would have been a slap in their daughter-in-law’s face.
To them, Mom was the daughter they never had, and when they accepted her into the family, that’s the way they intended to treat her and since she had done no wrong, they weren’t going to punish her. They even encouraged Mom to get married again, but she never had any interest.
I never asked her about that, but I’m pretty sure she was traumatized by the whole thing and never wanted to endure such pain again. Anyway, Lacey and I never had any kind of relationship because she was a terror growing up, even though we were only two months apart in age.
Of course, her mother favored her, which was fine, but all the added abuse was not and will never be forgotten. After the custody change, my grandparents had another meeting with Dad where he was warned that if the abuse continued, he would no longer have a job. And I guess that was the eye-opener he needed to get his act together, but by then, it was too late.