After My Death, Mom Destroyed the Family

After exchanging pleasantries in the living room, my older sister led Peter into her bedroom. The same bedroom had once been mine.   

When I left for college, my sister complained to our parents that her room was too small. My father, ever indulgent of her whims, immediately knocked down the wall between our rooms to give her the combined space she wanted. He did not even consider to ask for my opinion.

He then shoved all my belongings into the storage room.        

At that moment, in the place where I once slept, they eagerly tumbled into each other’s arms and started to kiss.     

I had no choice but to become a witness to this live display of betrayal. 

Afterward, my sister lay on Peter’s chest and with her soft and sweet voice, she asked, "Peter, are you sad that Andrea died?"    

"Sad, why do I feel sad? Dear Isabella, what are you talking about? Who would care about that kind of woman? She is a slut! Get real." Peter scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "I'm so thankful, Carlos told me what kind of woman, she really was. Otherwise, I’d have been fooled by that woman who would sleep with anyone for the rest of my life."   

Ha, it seemed my sister had used the same old trick again. Well, a tiger never changed its stripes. She had always been so skilled at slandering me behind my back.

Ever since I was a child, if any boy showed interest in me, my brother, under my sister’s direction, would spread rumors about me. He would tell them I had a messy personal life, that I always hung out with questionable guys and that I had long since lost my innocence. The slanders were so believable that whether they wanted or not, they finally believed the accusation.

Thanks to their meticulous slander, I became notorious for being a “bad girl.” No one wanted to be friends with me and I was left to navigate life on my own. I became an outsider and a freak.

Of course, this reputation attracted unwanted attention from boys with ill intentions. So, I had to be cautious everywhere.

Meanwhile, those who had once shown kindness to me quickly fell for my sister’s charms and inevitably they ended up wrapped around her finger.

All of these kept on happening to me until I moved to college and met Peter.

The man was gentle and attentive and for the first time, I thought I had found my salvation. I believed he was different, that he would be the one to pull me out of this lonely, loveless existence. That he would be strong enough to brave life with me.

However, just like everyone before him, he too eventually fell victim to my sister and brother’s old tricks.

It seemed no matter where I went, I could never escape the shadow of my sister and brother. They would always be there, the stumbling block of my life, ready to destroy anything good in my existance.