That was why my father despised me so much. I reminded him too much of my mom. His deceased wife. My tears turned into sobs. I cried so hard, I could barely breathe. I cried for the loss of my mom, the pain long buried but still powerful. I cried for the distance that had grown between me and my sisters when I fled the family to college. And most of all, I cried for the love I had for my father that would never be returned. I was cursed with my mother's body, a constant, walking reminder to everyone of what they could no longer have.
[Jealousy.]
After getting dressed (in a relatively conservative outfit, I should add), I couldn't quite get up the nerve to head upstairs just yet. Not after that weird encounter with my dad after my shower. Now that I knew the reason why he despised me, I d
