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Women with money aren’t allowed to feel sad, discontent, or depressed, for money answers all things.
I was determined to get to the bottom of it and find my long-lost twin sister before she ruined my life.
The agency admitted that two babies were found in the garbage but my “aunt and uncle” only wanted to take home one. They couldn’t afford to care for both of us. Not only had my crackhead mother rejected me but so did her sister and sister’s husband. When I realized that I was hated from the time I was born, I could no longer play nice. I was on a mission to make them regret choosing Logan over me. And I wanted her to suffer too.
If my sister had just come to me, I would’ve bonded with her instantly. If she needed help, she would’ve had it from me. How could she be so cruel to me when I would’ve done anything for her.
Men are such strange creatures. Walking contradictions. They could say they want one thing but their hearts yearn for another.
That was another reason I sent that tape. I knew that Xavier would be so upset that he would take custody of their daughter. That’s what she deserved. If I couldn’t be a mother, she couldn’t either.
“I get it but wouldn't you rather be alone and at peace than to be married to a man that won’t even allow you to be yourself?”
I’m no killer but she crossed the line and I was going make her pay for what she did.
“Self-hatred is one helluva drug.
What was happening to my life? Nothing was going right and I was dangling at the end of my rope.
That’s where it began. The dissociation. It’s what’s kept me safe all these years. I had to forget because if I remembered, I’d tell. And telling meant death. So to keep me alive, I created these alters. I chopped and divide the secret until it was completely distorted and didn’t match reality. I then fed that distortion to the alters to keep because it was too much for me to handle.
because he got away with it, he wouldn’t have switched up his plans. That’s what arrogant sociopathic narcs do.
He was supposed to protect me but he raped me instead. He was supposed to make me feel safe but killed my best friend to spite me. He was supposed to provide for me but I was the one who was forced into pageants so that they could leech my prize money.
Lola represented my deep-seated self-hatred. Being thrown in the garbage and later raped by my uncle had caused me to develop severe unworthiness.
“What’s next for you?” He asked as I walked away. “Anything I want because I’m finally free.”
We’re taking things slowly but I’m in love with him. This is the healthiest and safest relationship I’ve ever been in.
