I’d like to think that if this story was my life, I’d be Cinderella. But more often than not, I feel like a carbon copy of the evil step-sisters. I fall into the comparison trap, giving in to feelings of envy and jealousy.
There is one thing I can be sure of, and it is that I am better than I used to be, and I think that is all that matters.
Physical touch: You’re an expert at affection and everyone loves you for it.
“Is that guy texting you still? Can I see a picture of him?…”
No matter how hard you work for something or how good you look, there is always going to be someone better, right?
“I don’t get jealous when she flirts with other guys, I get jealous when the dog gets more attention than I do.”
There will still be days when you’ll see someone else, and you’ll wish you were them. There will be days where you’ll look at someone else’s wins, and only be able to see your losses.
Any time you talk yourself out of wearing a piece of clothing, dying your hair, or doing your makeup a certain way because you think it’s just “not you.” The only person stopping you in that scenario is you. Get out of your own way.
Toward the end of their toxic marriage, Phil locked Ronnie inside their mansion for months. Ronnie finally escaped Phil’s mansion barefoot past guard dogs and bodyguards and into her mother’s safe arms.
The more mature the siblings become, the less the rivalry is supposed to play a role in their lives. They are supposed to become older and laugh about the silly pranks that they used to play on each other and rejoice in each other’s accomplishments. As much as I wanted this to be my story, it is not.