Reborn

Chapter 6

Just when I thought everything was going great, I get hit with something else. It came out of

Nowhere. One day there was a letter in our post-box, addressed to Sean. It didn't have a

stamp so it was dropped into our post-box. He came into the room and opened it. It was a

letter from my father.

In the letter, he called me a whore who loved sex. He said that I had went out with a

married taxi driver. That I slept around and I will not be faithful to Sean. He called Sean my

sugar daddy and said that I am living with a married man because his divorce didn't go

through as yet. He said that I'm a horrible person and I'm going to make Sean and his family

regret getting involved with me.

If I thought I experienced heart break before, that was nothing compared to what I was

feeling at that moment. It was as though everyone was turning their back on me, one at a

time. I never thought it would be my family. I honestly thought that they would stick by me

through thick and thin. How wrong was I. It was a long letter, mostly ugly words but I can't

remember all of it. It felt as though they were doing everything in their power to break what

little I have inside of me. I thought I was strong, But I never felt as weak as I did in that

moment.

I don't think I ever cried as much. There was this agonising pain in my chest, accompanied

by a hollow feeling. I cried for days. I was inconsolable. Everyone tried, until eventually

Sean gave up to. I just needed some time, time to help my wounds heal. It felt like

everything came crashing down. I remembered when I had just finished high school, I

overheard my father telling his brother that I was a burden. That I don't have a job, and

I'm just an extra plate of food. That crushed me. I couldn't believe that that was what my

father thought of me. I remembered all those times I tried to kill myself, most of the time

landing up in hospital.

Even though, my parents' treated me as though I was unwanted, I loved them so much. I

just wanted acceptance. I went out of my way to make them proud of me but nothing I

did was good enough. My brother was always their blue eyed boy through no fault of his

own. I did everything at home, even though I wasn't working for a while.

I remember those days I wasn't working. I would clean and cook and do all the washing. I

even painted the inside of our house by myself. Moving all the furniture and painting was

no easy task, but I did it. I managed to do what the men of our house couldn't, even

though I was really skinny. I packed a lot of strength. I don't know what else I could have

done to "earn my keep".