{"id":14300,"date":"2024-08-09T16:54:32","date_gmt":"2024-08-09T14:54:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=14300"},"modified":"2024-08-09T16:54:32","modified_gmt":"2024-08-09T14:54:32","slug":"my-sister-betrayed-me-twice-to-help-our-evil-father-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=14300","title":{"rendered":"My Sister Betrayed Me Twice to Help Our Evil Father \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

I never liked my own family\u2014call it dysfunctional if you may. But I still couldn\u2019t fathom how my sister would betray me like this, twice, even though I helped her and our father out.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I was born into a better family. You know, with better parents who actually know how to be parents? But you don\u2019t always get what you want in life, isn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t really blame my mother actually\u2014she ran away from the family when I was just ten, presumably since my father was abusive and manipulative. I still wish she took me and my sister away with her at that time, but then again, it is what it is. Sometimes there\u2019s no use in looking back at things and constantly thinking about \u201cwhat could\u2019ve been.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s what my therapist kept telling me. Don\u2019t look back on the things you can\u2019t change and think about what could\u2019ve been. Look forward, time is linear, there\u2019s no going back.<\/p>\n

But she also said writing it out might help\u2014so here it is, I guess.<\/p>\n

As I said, my father was an abusive and manipulative monster\u2014self-centered, arrogant \u2026 he only cared about himself and the things that actually concerned him. Sometimes I wonder how come my mother actually married him. That\u2019s something I\u2019d never find out, I guess.<\/p>\n

As for my younger sister Cheryl, you can probably understand what kind of person she\u2019d grow up to be under such circumstances. We were close when we were kids\u2014at least before everything happened \u2014but after my mother ran away, it had gotten worse since then.<\/p>\n

My father never liked me since I was a kid, but he hated me even more after my mother ran away. Why? I have no idea. He probably thought I was the reason why she ran away\u2014he never thought it was his fault.<\/p>\n

Well, he blamed the stripper when he was drunk sometimes, but it takes two to tango, isn\u2019t it? Or that it took two to have a lapdance, in this context.<\/p>\n

Anyway. My sister Cheryl.<\/p>\n

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\nCheryl and I used to be close when we were kids | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

Ever since mother left, Cheryl became dad\u2019s favorite, presumably since she was still too young to understand what happened. Since I was too old to be converted into daddy\u2019s little girl at that time, he focused on Cheryl instead.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s what I meant when I said things began to go downhill from there\u2014he and Cheryl began to gang up on me, alienating me in the house. It wasn\u2019t pleasant, and to be honest, I don\u2019t really want to go into details about what happened. Let\u2019s just say I wish I had a more functional family.<\/p>\n

Cheryl grew up to be a spoiled brat. That\u2019s the thing about my father. He might be an absolute jerk of a person, but he wasn\u2019t stupid. In fact, he made himself a fortune by setting up a trading company. It made sense though since he had every single trait of being a psychopathic CEO.<\/p>\n

Chery, being daddy\u2019s little girl of the family, had everything she needed and wanted\u2014and even things she didn\u2019t know she wanted. I can still remember the Gucci bag my father gave her when she was just 12. Can you believe that? A 12-year-old girl holding a Gucci bag?<\/p>\n

Needless to say, Cheryl grew up to be a dysfunctional human being.<\/p>\n

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\nI remember how I used to smell like fast food every night after work | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

As for myself, I had to work hard for everything that I had. Since I wasn\u2019t getting any allowances from my father, I began taking up part-time jobs here and there just to get by. I worked in McDonald\u2019s, Wendy\u2019s, and even handed out leaflets outside Sears at some point. I can still remember how I used to smell like French fries after my shifts. You just cannot get rid of that stench.<\/p>\n

In a way, I am thankful for the experience, since all of these things taught me things I needed to know in life. It made me who I am\u2014it taught me how to be resilient and got me through some dark times.<\/p>\n

I moved out as soon as I could. I remember I was 18 at the time\u2014it was a long and hot summer, and I packed up my things and went off to California in my old Honda Civic without even saying goodbye. I probably had $400 in my account at the time, but it was liberating. I can still remember the sweet summer breeze of youth and freedom along the Pacific Coast.<\/p>\n

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\nI found myself an IT job in California | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

Fast forward 10 years from there, I got my college degree and began working for an IT company. I wouldn\u2019t say I had a great career, but I managed to have a decent life and save some money of my own. To be honest, I wouldn\u2019t stay in IT if not for the money. But hey, we all gotta make a living somehow.<\/p>\n

It was then when I received an email from Cheryl. I hadn\u2019t spoken to her nor my dad since the day I moved out, not that they cared anyway. They could\u2019ve reached out to me somehow, but they did not. Ten years, not a single message from them.<\/p>\n

But surprise surprise, Cheryl actually asked me for help in the email. How things have changed, I thought to myself.<\/p>\n

It started with a bunch of formal addresses like \u201cDear Emma,\u201d \u201cI hope this email finds you well,\u201d and my favorite\u2014\u201cSincerely yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nI received an email from Cheryl while at work one day | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

She was asking me for money since her kid got sick and needed surgery, but her ex-boyfriend ran away with some chicks and left her with nothing. She said she hadn\u2019t been talking to dad for a few years already due to some argument \u2026 bla bla bla. That was why she needed my help.<\/p>\n

I was hesitant at first, but then I opened the attachment in the email\u2014it was a picture of my nephew. He was adorable.<\/p>\n

After looking at that picture, I debated on what I would do\u2014or rather, the right thing for me to do. You see, I might not like my family, but the kid was innocent. He shouldn\u2019t be pulled into the whole family feud that we had.<\/p>\n

After a night of turning over and over again in my bed, I decided to wire her the money.<\/p>\n

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\nCheryl didn\u2019t respond to my emails after I wired her the money | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

The next month I sent her an email, asking her if everything was alright with the kid\u2014alas, no response.<\/p>\n

So I did a bit of research and found out where she lived. Well, as it turned out, she didn\u2019t move far\u2014basically six or seven blocks from where we used to live. I decided to drop by and give her a visit.<\/p>\n

It had been more than ten years since I left\u2014but that\u2019s the thing about small American towns \u2026 scenery might change, but people don\u2019t. I can still recognize the same shops and people I used to know. Older, but not necessarily wiser.<\/p>\n

Then, as if God intervened through some twisted manner, before getting to Cheryl, I bumped into an old classmate of mine who happened to know my family cause you know, small town.<\/p>\n

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\nI bumped into John at a gas station\u2014it was truly a strange coincidence | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n

John was a classmate of mine back then. His mother and my father were neighbors growing up, so he was kind of a family friend. He was beyond surprised when he saw me at the gas station.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey. Is that you, Emma?\u201d he said as he approached me from his car.<\/p>\n

\u201c \u2026John? God, could barely recognize you there, man,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat brought you back here? Haven\u2019t seen you in years,\u201d he continued. \u201cCame here to see your old man?\u201d<\/p>\n

I assumed he didn\u2019t know what happened to my family all these years.<\/p>\n

\u201cNah, just wanna check on Cheryl and my nephew,\u201d I said, trying to shrug it off and make it sound as natural as I could.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour nephew? I didn\u2019t know Cheryl had a kid,\u201d responded John, with a pair of confused eyes. \u201cThat\u2019s strange, I would\u2019ve known since I live across the road from her,\u201d he added.<\/p>\n

Now things were getting weird.<\/p>\n

Out of curiosity, I asked John about my father after a brief explanation that we haven\u2019t been talking for quite a few years.<\/p>\n

\u201cYea, he goes over to Cheryl\u2019s every weekend. His business partner screwed him over, I heard, so he lost quite a bit of money there. He seemed sad for a while but he seems alright now,\u201d he said. \u201cI think Cheryl managed to bail him out or something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHis partner screwed him over? When was that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe a month or two ago? I remember seeing him walking around Cheryl\u2019s driveway, calling and cursing at his phone\u2014must\u2019ve been around that time.\u201d<\/p>\n

I decided to pay Cheryl a visit. I had to know what happened.<\/p>\n

So, I pulled up in front of Cheryl\u2019s house, rang the doorbell, and she opened the door for me.<\/p>\n

From the door I could see my father sitting in the living room, having a glass of wine in his hand\u2014and no, I did not see any kid in the house.<\/p>\n

Cheryl was surprised to see me there, as you can guess by now. \u201cEmma? What\u2019re you doing here?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust trying to check up on my nephew,\u201d I responded.<\/p>\n

For a fleeting moment, I could see it in her eyes that she was trying to avoid the topic.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, a friend of mine is babysitting Anthony now,\u201d she responded. \u201cDo you want to come in? We haven\u2019t seen you in years,\u201d she added.<\/p>\n

I was still hesitant at the time\u2014just one step, and I could step inside the house and perhaps deal with all that trauma sown within me years ago. It was so close, that feeling of being able to make things right at last.<\/p>\n

But I wasn\u2019t ready. I told them I was a bit under the weather and got back into my car and drove to a nearby motel.<\/p>\n

The next day I bumped into John again at a local diner. God certainly works in mysterious ways.<\/p>\n

But it was a bit different this time\u2014when he saw me at the diner he simply turned around without saying a single word.<\/p>\n

That was strange, I thought to myself. Considering we were on good terms the whole time, there was something odd about it. I decided to walk towards him and asked him what\u2019s up.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey man, sup? Is everything alright?\u201d I asked him when he sat down at his table.<\/p>\n

He tried to avoid having eye contact with me, but I just stood there, utterly bewildered by his reaction.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I know it\u2019s none of my business, but I think you might need some help,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Now this just got way more confusing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Why? I don\u2019t think I understand,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I talked to Cheryl last night, about her having a kid\u2014she told me that \u2026 well, she told me why you left,\u201d he said meekly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? What did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said you were \u2026 imagining things, and they had to send you away to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cW\u2014what? How?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe doesn\u2019t have a kid and I don\u2019t understand why you said she has. So last night I went over to her place and asked her about it, and she told me what happened,\u201d he said, but then he paused for a moment. \u201cShe said you just showed up out of nowhere and started asking about her kid \u2026 Look, I don\u2019t want any trouble here.\u201d<\/p>\n

That \u2026 wretched woman. I don\u2019t know if I can still call her my sister anymore. Did she just throw me under the bus after all I did for her and presumably our father? Am I hallucinating? No, I was pretty sure I was not.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait a second,\u201d I said to John as he was about to leave. I then went through my inbox and showed the email to John. He looked at it and went quiet for a while. But at last, he responded.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, it\u2019s really none of my business, just leave me out of this,\u201d he said, and he simply left the diner without touching his pancakes.<\/p>\n

So here I am, back in San Francisco at my own apartment. I just drove all the way back here after that interaction with John\u2014Lord knows what other folks in town were talking about right now. Can you imagine that? My very own sister, fabricating a lie so that I could save our father who never cared about me, and then throwing me under the bus and telling the folks that I was crazy? Seriously?<\/p>\n

I am not sure how I should feel about it\u2014I admit that writing it down did make me feel better. But still \u2026 I couldn\u2019t help but wonder if it would have made a difference if I actually walked into the house and talked to them. Maybe I had a chance to change something? Maybe things wouldn\u2019t end up the way they are now?<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know. I really don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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