Story of My Life

The End

What made her decision to end her living nightmare was the day her father insulted her the way he usually did. But this day was different. It was the ten year anniversary of the first visible memory she had of her father calling her his first insult; a problem.

The irony of it all was that was the exact word he used on the pulpit to tell parents not to abuse their children.

Yes, he was a pastor.

Her mother had perpetually asked her to forgive her father for all he said and did to her. And she tried to.

That very same morning, he said, "If not that you were my daughter, I would have thrown you out into the streets a long time ago. Everyone complains about you and no one can stand to be around you. Don't you think there's something wrong with you?"

She said nothing.

"You are the problem in my marriage."

He repeated the same words her mother had begged her to forgive. The same words that she first remembered him calling her. And not just that, exactly ten years after he first said it.

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She sat on her bed.

She had just taken a walk, thinking about the things she would never get to do, or in her own mind, what she felt she never deserved to do.

She would never get to meet the guy of her dreams, but she threw that thought out of her mind. Nobody would ever find her beautiful enough to be with her.

She would never get to become a doctor the way she always wanted to.

She would never get to travel the world and possibly be a podcaster as a side hustle, the way she always dreamt of it.

She wouldn't learn all 50 languages of the world that she so eagerly worked towards learning.

But worst of all, she would never get to know whether she could prove those who hated her wrong.

She whispers to herself, "Maybe they were right after all. I'm a problem that no one wants around. The world is a better place without me."

And what that, her sight gradually dimmed and her eyes closed, never to open again.