My Sister Betrayed Me Twice to Help Our Evil Father – Story of the Day

I never liked my own family—call it dysfunctional if you may. But I still couldn’t fathom how my sister would betray me like this, twice, even though I helped her and our father out.

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’t always get what you want in life, isn’t it?

I can’t really blame my mother actually—she 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’s no use in looking back at things and constantly thinking about “what could’ve been.”

That’s what my therapist kept telling me. Don’t look back on the things you can’t change and think about what could’ve been. Look forward, time is linear, there’s no going back.

But she also said writing it out might help—so here it is, I guess.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family | Source: Shutterstock

I grew up in a dysfunctional family | Source: Shutterstock

As I said, my father was an abusive and manipulative monster—self-centered, arrogant … he only cared about himself and the things that actually concerned him. Sometimes I wonder how come my mother actually married him. That’s something I’d never find out, I guess.

As for my younger sister Cheryl, you can probably understand what kind of person she’d grow up to be under such circumstances. We were close when we were kids—at least before everything happened —but after my mother ran away, it had gotten worse since then.

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—he never thought it was his fault.

Well, he blamed the stripper when he was drunk sometimes, but it takes two to tango, isn’t it? Or that it took two to have a lapdance, in this context.

Anyway. My sister Cheryl.

Cheryl and I used to be close when we were kids | Source: Pexels

Cheryl and I used to be close when we were kids | Source: Pexels

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

That’s what I meant when I said things began to go downhill from there—he and Cheryl began to gang up on me, alienating me in the house. It wasn’t pleasant, and to be honest, I don’t really want to go into details about what happened. Let’s just say I wish I had a more functional family.

Cheryl grew up to be a spoiled brat. That’s the thing about my father. He might be an absolute jerk of a person, but he wasn’t 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.

Chery, being daddy’s little girl of the family, had everything she needed and wanted—and even things she didn’t 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?

Needless to say, Cheryl grew up to be a dysfunctional human being.

I remember how I used to smell like fast food every night after work | Source: Pexels

I remember how I used to smell like fast food every night after work | Source: Pexels

As for myself, I had to work hard for everything that I had. Since I wasn’t getting any allowances from my father, I began taking up part-time jobs here and there just to get by. I worked in McDonald’s, Wendy’s, 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.

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—it taught me how to be resilient and got me through some dark times.

I moved out as soon as I could. I remember I was 18 at the time—it 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.

I found myself an IT job in California | Source: Pexels

I found myself an IT job in California | Source: Pexels

Fast forward 10 years from there, I got my college degree and began working for an IT company. I wouldn’t 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’t stay in IT if not for the money. But hey, we all gotta make a living somehow.

It was then when I received an email from Cheryl. I hadn’t spoken to her nor my dad since the day I moved out, not that they cared anyway. They could’ve reached out to me somehow, but they did not. Ten years, not a single message from them.

But surprise surprise, Cheryl actually asked me for help in the email. How things have changed, I thought to myself.

It started with a bunch of formal addresses like “Dear Emma,” “I hope this email finds you well,” and my favorite—“Sincerely yours.”

I received an email from Cheryl while at work one day | Source: Pexels

I received an email from Cheryl while at work one day | Source: Pexels

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’t been talking to dad for a few years already due to some argument … bla bla bla. That was why she needed my help.

I was hesitant at first, but then I opened the attachment in the email—it was a picture of my nephew. He was adorable.

After looking at that picture, I debated on what I would do—or rather, the right thing for me to do. You see, I might not like my family, but the kid was innocent. He shouldn’t be pulled into the whole family feud that we had.

After a night of turning over and over again in my bed, I decided to wire her the money.

Cheryl didn't respond to my emails after I wired her the money | Source: Pexels

Cheryl didn’t respond to my emails after I wired her the money | Source: Pexels

The next month I sent her an email, asking her if everything was alright with the kid—alas, no response.

So I did a bit of research and found out where she lived. Well, as it turned out, she didn’t move far—basically six or seven blocks from where we used to live. I decided to drop by and give her a visit.

It had been more than ten years since I left—but that’s the thing about small American towns … scenery might change, but people don’t. I can still recognize the same shops and people I used to know. Older, but not necessarily wiser.

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.

I bumped into John at a gas station—it was truly a strange coincidence | Source: Pexels

I bumped into John at a gas station—it was truly a strange coincidence | Source: Pexels

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.

“Hey. Is that you, Emma?” he said as he approached me from his car.

“ …John? God, could barely recognize you there, man,” I said.

“What brought you back here? Haven’t seen you in years,” he continued. “Came here to see your old man?”

I assumed he didn’t know what happened to my family all these years.

“Nah, just wanna check on Cheryl and my nephew,” I said, trying to shrug it off and make it sound as natural as I could.

“Your nephew? I didn’t know Cheryl had a kid,” responded John, with a pair of confused eyes. “That’s strange, I would’ve known since I live across the road from her,” he added.

Now things were getting weird.

John happened to live across the road from Cheryl | Source: Pexels

John happened to live across the road from Cheryl | Source: Pexels

Out of curiosity, I asked John about my father after a brief explanation that we haven’t been talking for quite a few years.

“Yea, he goes over to Cheryl’s 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,” he said. “I think Cheryl managed to bail him out or something.”

“His partner screwed him over? When was that?”

“Maybe a month or two ago? I remember seeing him walking around Cheryl’s driveway, calling and cursing at his phone—must’ve been around that time.”

I decided to pay Cheryl a visit. I had to know what happened.

I knocked on Cheryl's door, not entirely sure what I was expecting | Source: Pexels

I knocked on Cheryl’s door, not entirely sure what I was expecting | Source: Pexels

So, I pulled up in front of Cheryl’s house, rang the doorbell, and she opened the door for me.

From the door I could see my father sitting in the living room, having a glass of wine in his hand—and no, I did not see any kid in the house.

Cheryl was surprised to see me there, as you can guess by now. “Emma? What’re you doing here?” she asked.

“Just trying to check up on my nephew,” I responded.

For a fleeting moment, I could see it in her eyes that she was trying to avoid the topic.

“Oh, a friend of mine is babysitting Anthony now,” she responded. “Do you want to come in? We haven’t seen you in years,” she added.

I was still hesitant at the time—just 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.

But I wasn’t ready. I told them I was a bit under the weather and got back into my car and drove to a nearby motel.

Unable to face Cheryl and my father, I drove to a motel nearby for the night | Source: Pexels

Unable to face Cheryl and my father, I drove to a motel nearby for the night | Source: Pexels

The next day I bumped into John again at a local diner. God certainly works in mysterious ways.

But it was a bit different this time—when he saw me at the diner he simply turned around without saying a single word.

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’s up.

“Hey man, sup? Is everything alright?” I asked him when he sat down at his table.

He tried to avoid having eye contact with me, but I just stood there, utterly bewildered by his reaction.

“Hey, I know it’s none of my business, but I think you might need some help,” he said.

Now this just got way more confusing.

“What? Why? I don’t think I understand,” I said.

“Look, I talked to Cheryl last night, about her having a kid—she told me that … well, she told me why you left,” he said meekly.

“What? What did she say?”

“She said you were … imagining things, and they had to send you away to the hospital.”

“W—what? How?”

I bumped into John again in the diner, but I could tell that something was wrong | Source: Pexels

I bumped into John again in the diner, but I could tell that something was wrong | Source: Pexels

“She doesn’t have a kid and I don’t 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,” he said, but then he paused for a moment. “She said you just showed up out of nowhere and started asking about her kid … Look, I don’t want any trouble here.”

That … wretched woman. I don’t 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.

“Wait a second,” 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.

“Look, it’s really none of my business, just leave me out of this,” he said, and he simply left the diner without touching his pancakes.

Here I am, back in San Francisco, wondering if I did the right thing | Source: Pexels

Here I am, back in San Francisco, wondering if I did the right thing | Source: Pexels

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—Lord 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?

I am not sure how I should feel about it—I admit that writing it down did make me feel better. But still … I couldn’t 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’t end up the way they are now?

I don’t know. I really don’t know.

What can we learn from this story?

Sometimes we just have to let things go. It is what it is, sometimes there’s just nothing we can do about it. Let go and start living.

Look forward. We cannot change the past, whatever that is, but we can try and move on, one way or another.

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

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Claudia Cardinale: Here’s what the Italian film icon looks like at 86

Over the course of her over 60-year career, the mysterious Claudia Cardinale captivated audiences with her amazing presence on television.

Cardinale took the frequently traumatized way to celebrity, not intending to become one of the best performers of the golden period.

She claims that “cinema saved my life,” having outlasted the now-deceased Hollywood heavyweights with whom she had a screen share and continuing to thrive at the age of 86.

To find out more about this actress and her current endeavors, continue reading!

Being a legendary actress, Claudia Cardinale will always be remembered for her contributions to Italian and foreign cinema. Throughout her career, she was able to portray a wide range of complex and memorable roles thanks to her talent, beauty, and versatility.

At eighteen, the Italian actor, who was born in Tunisia, was pursuing her education to become a teacher. The young woman with shiny hair and French accent was enthralled with the pomp of an Italian film festival when she emerged from the crowd and won the title of Most Beautiful Italian Girl in Tunisia.

“I was assisting my mother and Italian government representatives in setting up an Italian film festival in Tunisia. I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I couldn’t help but stare at the females on stage. I was called the Most Beautiful Girl in Tunisia after someone shoved me out onto the platform, the girl claimed.

The young lady had numerous offers from producers after winning a trip to the Venice film festival, which she saw as a portentous adventure.

Cardinale said in an interview that he initially declined the offers because “it’s like a man.” If you respond positively to him when he approaches, he will eventually move on. He will long to have you if you say no.

She turned down most of the offers because she was expecting a child.

She was unable to turn down one producer, though. The young Cardinale caught the eye of renowned Italian producer Franco Cristaldi, who is recognized for his work on feature films from the 1950s through the 1990s, and he signed her to an 18-year contract.

A personal contract was also in place; after their marriage, Cristaldi completely controlled her, molding her into an Italian Brigitte Bardot and deciding on her social life, weight, and movie choices.

Cristaldi insisted that her pregnancy remain a secret.

It was revealed that her son was her younger brother.

Cardinale had a few small parts in Italian movies under Cristaldi’s direction, and because of her roles, she was known as “Italy’s sweetheart.”

Her breakthrough performance came in the romantic comedy Three Strangers in Rome in 1958. Seven months into her pregnancy—which, at Cristaldi’s insistence, she kept a secret—Cardinale fell into a depressive state and contemplated suicide, appealing with her management to end the arrangement.

Rather, Cristaldi sent her to London to avoid media attention, fabricating a story about her absence to acquire English for a part.

Her baby Patrick was born in 1975, and she claimed that the father of the kid, an unnamed male, had raped her. Her son Patrick’s identity remained concealed until he reached nineteen.

Contents

  1. ‘Violent truth’
  2. ‘Italian Brigitte Bardot’
  3. ‘You cannot stop time’

‘Violent truth’

The graphic details of Cardinale’s pregnancy were revealed to Italian writer Enzo Biagi in 2017, when she confided in him, saying, “A man I didn’t know, much older than me, forced me to go up to car and raped me.” It was horrific, but the most lovely thing is that the violence gave birth to my amazing Patrick. In actuality, I chose not to have an abortion even though it was a really difficult scenario for a single mother.”

“That man came back and demanded that I have an abortion when he found out that I was pregnant,” she went on. I didn’t consider getting rid of my creature for even a second!

“With him I was practically an employee, a subordinate who was paid a month for the four films I made a year: I didn’t even call him by name, but by surname,” Cardinale claimed of Cristaldi, who ruled her life. I felt enslaved, and my parents were enraged.He was the one with me since I wasn’t in love. In summary, Cristaldi was undoubtedly a fantastic producer, but it’s best to ignore his personal life.

Her career was unaffected by her toxic marriage to Cristaldi, which she ended in 1975.

The natural beauty immediately established herself as one of Italy’s top actors after starring alongside Omar Sharif in the French-Tunisian film Goha. After that, she landed major parts in Rocco and his Brothers (1960) and The Leopard (1963), costarring with Burt Lancaster, which won an Oscar. She also acted in Marcello Mastroianni’s film 8½. Award-winning director Martin Scorsese lists both of the movies in which she portrayed an apparently unachievable object of desire as two of his top 12.

‘Italian Brigitte Bardot’

Gaining traction in Hollywood, she starred alongside David Nivens in The Pink Panther and then shared the screen with legends like John Wayne and Rita Hayworth in 1964’s Circus World.

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Celebrated for her performance as a sex worker in the 1968 American-Italian production Once Upon a Time in the West, Cardinale shared the screen with legendary actors Charles Bronson, Jason Robards, and Henry Fonda.

However, viewers relished witnessing Cardinale, also known as the Italian Brigitte Bardot, alongside her friend and adversary, the genuine Bardot, in 1971’s The Legend of Frenchie King. What distinguished her from Bardot? “I always thought it was more erotic to leave some room to imagination, hinting at things rather than showing everything,” she claimed, denying ever having shown up nude in a movie.

Hollywood work was lucrative but also demanding. Cardinale stated that she wished to leave the patriarchal Hollywood system in a Life article that called her “the most admired international film star since Sophia Loren.” Cardinale made the statement, “If I have to give up the money, I give it up,” in reference to the lesser pay in Europe. I want to avoid seeming cliche.

‘You cannot stop time’

Cardinale stated that even if her career has slowed down, she is content to have left the sexualized spotlight behind.

My childhood desire was to travel the world. And I succeeded in doing it. I never changed my appearance, and I never was nude. It really doesn’t appeal to me. Since time cannot be stopped, I prefer to be who I am,” Cardinale remarked.

In 1975, Cardinale wed Italian director Pasquale Squitieri, with whom he remained until his passing in 2017. Claudia is the couple’s lone daughter.

Cardinale responded to reports in 2022 that she had been hospitalized against her will. She claimed to be in good health and to be living adjacent to her family in France. I also want to wish a pleasant summer to all.

As the goodwill ambassador for the Defense of Women’s Rights at UNESCO, Cardinale is actively working with the organization these days.

Claudia Cardinale led a life that was both successful and terrible. We hope she stays well and that her tale will continue to motivate other women, as it is truly admirable. What is your preferred Cardinale movie?

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