She suffered years of bullying and mental abuse. What could make that worse? The ability to read a person’s posture, voice patterns and get an overall gut feeling of what someone else thinks of her. There always seemed to be a missing piece. People who commented that she was way too nice. Then, the opposite end, those who seemed to loathe her very presence in the room.
The ultimate heartache? A sister who made fun of every endeavor, scorned her, and faked good behavior at family functions. This relationship was further strained when she, as a woman, began to find her own way. Become her own person and forged an identity. She started to fight back, verbally of course, but this backfired. It gave the sister ammunition to appeal to others drawn into the fray.
Even more enigmatic, she adored her sister. The sister who never seemed to be alone. Who was busy with a wonderful life she envied. Why? Over the years, hurt turned to hate, and she found herself turning into the person she saw in her sister. Paranoid. Reading into situations and being told she was imagining everything. The nagging feeling that so much was beneath the tumultuous waves in her life. Was there peace underneath it all? The life she sought crumbled until there wasn’t much left.
In every story, there is a breaking point. In this case, the eye of the storm. What answers could she find here? She gave up, accepting that her life would continue to disappoint her. Unless she could accept and be grateful for what she did have. A sweet and loving daughter. A mother who continued to help her despite the challenges they all faced. Her other sister who supported her endeavors and loved her through it all. They could do this. Together.
Thoughts of Enigmatic Minds 