She entered my life like a selfish demon, destroying a future without a thought for those left behind. She revealed her hand by bedding my father in his marital bed - while my mother slept soundly on her side of it; their rhythmic coupling roused her....
My mother was left a shattered, defeated ghost of her former self; 20 years later she still wonders why she wasn't special enough and her inner light has never recovered it's lustre.
My father wanted me to love this wolf in sheep's clothing, this insatiable beast that enchanted my beloved Daddy and spirited him away, but how could I after the damage and destruction she caused; her very presence making my 14 year old self question every action I had ever made. He was not her first married conquest, but he was her last; she's still in my life, an old woman riddled with infirmity, insisting she's my loving stepmother - yet I will never view her as such and, probably, I should pity her for her terrible health but I don't, karma paid a long overdue visit. She is simply the bitch who destroyed my family.
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