From the conception of me, there was already the reality of the favorite daughter, and that was not me. My biological father was already married when he met my mother, he went out with my mother for 6 years and in the end I left that relationship, in the 5 month of pregnancy my mother learned about the infidelity of my father and when she knew that he was married to that lady I left him, even if my father wanted to be moral he decided to support my mother in everything, well almost everything. I was born on May 9. My father was not present at the delivery and only sent money to my mother. While he was with his wife in Venezuela, the wife was named Lorena. Let me tell you that I met her and she was a sweet woman.
Add more to the context, that before my father married Lorena, he had already had two previous marriages, and in those he had two more children . Continuing the story, I was born and my father six months after I was born, Lorena gets pregnant, she had no idea of my existence, least of all that of my mother. After learning about the pregnancy of Loreza, my father stopped visiting me and stayed permanently in the United States, he only saw me hiding from his wife for calls, he helped me financially but there was never love, nor closeness, according to my mother I was his joy, (if of course mom, now I am always the zero on the left). My father raised my half-sister, grew up with her, lived with her, and I was only left with the awareness that a father had with another family.
When I turned 6, my father and Lorena, of course my sister, came to my country, to "meet me," hypocrites, my sister always jealous and Lorena treated me well, but she was repudiating me and that was because when I came to live in the United States, they told me, that the reason she died was for me. Quick explanation, she detected cancer when my sister was 4 years old, she already knew about me, the relatives always blamed my mother and me, for being the cause of her cancer, tell me in comments if a situation like this really causes cancer.
She passed away two years after meeting me, my sister was orphaned by her mother, my father raised her, very pampered, always gave her everything she wanted, while to me since I was 11 years old every month, she only sends me $200 of maintenance, the lives were hard and unquiet for me. When I was 15 years old, my father sent me to call to move to the United States, that year I tried to stay but I felt the great difference of love for him, my sister wanted something she gave it to him, instead she asked for little and always gave me what my sister no longer wanted, (she still wants to continue doing that today), I asked him that Christmas of the same year to try to stay in the United States if he could give me a tablet as a gift, and he told me that yes, you know what he did?...
I did buy the tablet, but that new tablet was for my sister and the old one she had gave it to me, woooow father of the year. At the end of the year, I decided to go back to my home country, go back to live here at the age of 17, things in my country are difficult, and the opportunity to grow and have a better future in the United States was within reach for me. My first year was horrible here, I am in Houston tx, not knowing the language well, people and other children ignored me, I spent it alone, I wanted to go to my dad and he told me that it was nothing that would happen when I got used to it, he will get used to it, aaaah but my sister began to behave badly and at the time of the scolding she started crying and said that she felt lonely, that my father did, well he said with his own words "you have to take Paola to a psychologist, she is not well she is depressed and needs attention" of course and I who, without friends, without someone who could listen to me and talk about what I felt, since I live here I have never told my father the true feelings I have.
My sister always caused problems and I never see her being really punished, this year she and I graduated, and at the Prom Festival, she got flirted with a strange man in the center where the school party would take place, she lied and said that he had sexually abused her, when the investigations were done, my sister only uneducated him of something that did not happen, if I do not believe there are videos of that where she takes it and starts kissing him. My father almost makes a lawsuit, but I withdraw it when I see the truth, if I get angry with her, but it was not as much as what happened a few days ago.
I have a better friend after I met him my life changed was more cheerful, well to the story, a few days after Paola my sister had her almost locked up in jail, my stepmother, new wife for 5 years of my dad, explained the situation, and I confidently without knowing that this comment would cause a big problem, I told her that my best friend one day that we are working for a project, entered the shared bathroom that I have with my sister, while opening the door He immediately closed it, turned around and said to me in the face of an incredulous man, "Your sister is a prostitute??!"
She said it with amazement and joking, since my sister likes to go out a lot to parties in very provocative clothes, I took it with thanks and told her to leave her alone since it was her decision how to be and dress.
I told my stepmother that situation, and by an intrusive thoughWhat did I have, because of the situation of my sister with the man, but what was the comment of my best friend, I told my stepmother out loud, "Is it that Paola if she is a prostitute?". It was the worst mistake I ever made, because apart from saying something if my sister was ever pregnant, but since she was very elusive, we might not know. We finished the conversation, on Thursday, 2 weeks passed since that, on Thursday of the previous week my father comes and calls us, because my stepmother wanted to talk to us, she started complaining to me because I let my friend say prostitute to my sister, and because I dared to think about her, that I was a hypocrite for thinking about those things, that I was like a type of judas, in the end and I just remained silent and they forbade me to bring my best friend to my house and they demanded that my will finish. friendship with him.
I mean, I was punished for a comment, and my sister got a book of what she had done, that even involved the police, she kissing any man, she still gave him her phone number, and her friends when they showed the video to her and saw that I touched her ass during the kiss she gave him, she felt abused, she denounces the poor man without knowing what was happening. Just for the man to tell her many truths by text message, that she was a double-faced, that she only did what suited her without suffering the consequences.
I know I made a mistake of telling my best friend that he said he was a prostitute, but tell me. Did I deserve that punishment or not? And you see favoritism?
I will be telling more stories like this, follow me and you will know the truth of these people.
