She's gone. I am ridden of her.
Why do I feel like she still lingers?
She lingers in his thoughts, that old bastard. When she came into the picture I was forgotten, my sister was forgotten, my mother was forgotten. He forgot us all and let us suffer while he pampered and cared for her every whim. I could hear them up talking, keeping me from sleep late on school nights. They played music together, drank and sang, watched movies and talked on the phone for hours when she wasn't there.
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday I would have to put up with her, listening to the oil and lies spill from her mouth and into his ears. He took them happily, refusing to believe that she deceived him. He pitied her endlessly, gave her his heart.
We were left in the shadows to watch. Every day, for six months.
He would sulk when she left, and be cheery when she was there, he would take her on walks, bike rides, to the movies, but her things. Make her breakfast, lunch, dinner, even a cake once when she asked for it. I hated her.
She knew how I felt. She knew that she hurt me by being there. I had tried to talk to her about it on a number of occasions but she tattled to dad and he just got angry with me. He took her side again and again. She wouldn't go away. I tried to ask them to limit it a bit, to cut down, but they wouldn't. After this I did not speak to her, I did not look at her, she had replaced me, all I wanted was my dad back. I wanted him to talk to me again. If she and I came in the door from school at the same time a cheery cry would ring out "Hey! How was your day? What do you want for lunch?"
that was said to her, not me. Not his own daughter. To me he said nothing. He had never done anything like that for me.
You dad should be someone who you look up to, can talk to, respect, and someone who is there for you and will protect you. He didn't care. He didn't even want me. I was born after my mom got him drunk. He wouldn't speak to her for over a year after I was born. He would have nothing to do with me. We fought, yeah, and he usually won. There was no winning with him. If you cried he told you to not get upset, if you remained emotionless he would yell about how you didn't care.
I did care.
Now I don't.
I hate the old bastard. I hate him for everything he has put my family through.
In the end we put a stop to her coming over, but she still called and they would leave all damn day on the weekends to hang out while we were left alone again. He sulked when he was not with her. Mom said that he needed to cut off from her completely since he was still ignoring and hurting us. He cared more about her than his family and showed it again and again.
Then it went to secret calls and secret hanging out. I knew mom wouldn't stand for that and it would be the final straw if she found out, so I went to HER. I found her at school and walked up and told her that if she ever called my dad again, if she ever picked up another of his calls, if I ever found out they were hanging out again, that I would brutally and mercilessly kick her scrawny ass into the concrete.
This time she listened. I have not seen nor heard from her since. My sources say she has "decided that we are a dysfunctional family and that she does not want to interfere with anything that might cause trouble"
Mean, I scared her enough that she is going to back off.
When dad found out he was furious. He still is. He misses her, I see her on his mind all day. I can always tell. I know the look so well...
I hate her, and I hate him. They can both just go die as far as I am concerned.
I used to like my dad, I would tell me friends how cool he was and how nice he was. Now my friends ask about my family and I have nothing but cruel, harsh words to say of him...