Skin Deep

It is not as if I have killed someone is it. The way she is going on you would have thought I have committed the most heinous crime. I watch her having a tantrum of epic proportions, its been going on for days, I have become a pariah within my own family. How she loves to twist things to her advantage. Now they don’t want to know me. Nobody is speaking to me.

Slowly but surely she has convinced, Granddad, Dad, Mum and Uncle that she is the one who deserves the house. Just because I pointed out that I have been the one paying all the bills since I has started work. Looking after all of them and the house whilst she has been gallivanting around the world flitting from one boyfriend to another. Being a model.

She is the ‘beautiful’ one in our family. Even if I died on the job looking after them they probably would just step over my body and carry on pampering her. They are not even willing to listen when I tell them that I have been sending her money to maintain her fabulous lifestyle. That was in trouble with the police for taking speed and I bailed her out. Her beauty is just on the surface, inside she is a calculating, cunning bitch. What does she see when she looks into the mirror?

Dad is saying “but you have always been the reliable, strong one, she needs us more darling.” Well I damn well need your love too. How does she do it? I watch her simpering and fawning and they all fall under her spell. Well this time I have had enough. I take a deep breath and stand up.


3 responses to “Skin Deep

  1. Sarah

    February 15, 2012 at 12:41 pm

    This one is a killer – I like the spirit behind it

  2. Annie Jose

    June 24, 2013 at 7:00 am

    This is too close to comfort…I finally stood up….

    • janememe

      June 24, 2013 at 8:32 am

      Oh Gosh I forgotten this one! A good cleansing rant! HUGGGGGS!


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