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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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.
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The Key Differences Between First, Second, and Third Marriages
Marriage is a dynamic journey, with each experience shaping your understanding of love, partnership, and personal growth. While every marriage is unique, the evolution from a first to a second and even a third marriage is marked by distinct shifts in priorities, expectations, and personal development. Understanding these changes can help individuals approach each stage of marriage with a more realistic and grounded perspective. In this article, we will explore the key differences between first, second, and third marriages and how each stage reflects personal growth and shifting priorities.
First Marriages: Idealism and Romance
First marriages are often viewed through rose-colored glasses. At this stage, love is typically infused with idealism, and couples often believe in the fairy-tale notion of “happily ever after.” This is the time when individuals are likely to experience the excitement of a fresh relationship and the joy of starting a life together.
The Role of Romance
Romantic love is at its peak in a first marriage, with partners deeply invested in the idea of forever. They tend to prioritize passion, chemistry, and shared dreams of the future. The early stages of a first marriage are often filled with excitement, adventure, and a sense of invincibility.
The Challenges
However, as the marriage progresses, the honeymoon phase tends to fade, and reality sets in. First-time married couples often struggle with conflict resolution, as they may not yet have developed the skills necessary to manage disagreements. Unrealistic expectations can also cause strain, as each partner expects the other to meet all of their emotional needs.
Second Marriages: Pragmatism and Realism
By the time many individuals enter a second marriage, they have gained experience from their previous relationship(s). As a result, second marriages tend to be more pragmatic and grounded in reality. While love is still important, it often takes a backseat to the lessons learned from the first marriage.
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Learning from the Past
Second marriages are marked by a deeper understanding of oneself and the dynamics of a healthy relationship. Individuals are less likely to idealize their partner and more focused on compatibility, communication, and problem-solving. Past mistakes and experiences shape the way couples approach their new relationship, leading to more realistic expectations.
The Role of Compatibility
In a second marriage, couples often place a strong emphasis on compatibility, recognizing that love alone is not enough to sustain a long-term relationship. Practical considerations, such as shared values, interests, and lifestyle preferences, become essential factors in making the relationship work.
The Challenges
While second marriages are typically more stable, they can also come with their own set of challenges. Blended families, ex-spouses, and emotional baggage from the first marriage can complicate the dynamics of a second marriage. However, individuals who enter their second marriage with open eyes tend to be better equipped to handle these obstacles.
Third Marriages: Stability and Companionship
By the time individuals reach their third marriage, their priorities have shifted significantly. This stage of marriage is often defined by a focus on stability, companionship, and emotional security. Individuals in their third marriage are generally more self-aware, having learned from past mistakes and experiences.
Seeking Stability
For many, the third marriage is less about passion and more about building a secure, stable future together. After experiencing the ups and downs of two previous marriages, the focus shifts toward finding someone who can provide emotional support, understanding, and companionship. Practical factors like financial security, shared goals, and mutual respect become crucial.
The Role of Emotional Maturity
Emotional maturity is a hallmark of third marriages. By this point, both partners have likely developed the ability to communicate more effectively and navigate challenges with a calm, measured approach. The impulsiveness and intensity of earlier relationships are replaced by a more thoughtful and balanced approach to love and partnership.
The Challenges
While third marriages may seem more stable, they come with their own unique set of challenges. Older couples may face health issues, aging parents, or financial concerns, which can strain the relationship. Additionally, the complexities of blending families from previous marriages can still be a point of tension. However, individuals in their third marriage are often more adept at managing these challenges due to their increased emotional maturity.
Personal Growth Across Marriages
The progression from a first marriage to a second and third often mirrors significant personal growth. Each relationship provides lessons that shape how individuals approach their future partnerships.
First Marriage: The Idealist
In the first marriage, individuals often begin their journey with an idealistic view of love. They may enter the relationship expecting it to be perfect and free of conflict. This phase is about learning what it means to be a partner and what love truly entails. First marriages are often filled with hope and excitement, but they also offer important lessons in managing expectations and developing emotional resilience.
Second Marriage: The Realist
By the second marriage, individuals are usually more grounded. They’ve learned from their first marriage, and their expectations are more realistic. They understand the importance of communication, compromise, and emotional maturity. Second marriages are typically more stable because individuals are better equipped to handle the challenges that arise.
Third Marriage: The Pragmatist
By the third marriage, individuals have often reached a stage of emotional maturity and self-awareness. The focus is on emotional security, companionship, and building a stable life together. Third marriages are often less about intense passion and more about mutual respect, understanding, and support. Individuals who have been through two previous marriages are often more adaptable and better prepared for the realities of long-term partnership.
The Evolving Expectations of Marriage
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As we move from one marriage to the next, our expectations shift. In a first marriage, we expect a lifetime of love and adventure. In the second, we seek balance and compatibility. By the third, the desire for stability and companionship takes center stage. This evolution is a natural part of personal growth, and each marriage represents a different chapter in our lives.
The Importance of Communication
No matter the stage of marriage, communication remains the foundation of a successful relationship. Open, honest dialogue allows couples to navigate their differences, express their needs, and strengthen their bond. In second and third marriages, couples often have better communication skills because they have learned from past experiences.
Conclusion: Marriage Is a Journey of Growth
Whether it’s the passion of a first marriage, the practicality of a second, or the stability of a third, each stage of marriage brings unique opportunities for growth and connection. As we navigate through life’s various chapters, our expectations, priorities, and understanding of love evolve. By embracing these changes, couples can build stronger, more fulfilling relationships that stand the test of time. The key is to learn from each experience, communicate openly, and prioritize what matters most—companionship, love, and mutual respect.
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