When I Refused To Babysit My Sister’s Child My Parents Turned Against Me But They Forgot Whose Name Was On The House

for everyone to hear. It was the same tone she’d used when we were kids and I dared to complain about something. “She’s always been jealous.”

Jealous.

The word rang in my ears, absurd and infuriating.

I turned to her, heat rising in my cheeks. “Jealous of what?” I demanded. “Living like a parasite? Depending on everyone else while you treat me like dirt?continue reading …