Hate, Love, and Revenge

Just Like Her Father

Barbara

My life was always meticulously planned out from the moment I understood what a mate was. I envisioned a future filled with happiness, love, and companionship. However, unlike many, my story didn't end with that fairytale ending. When I finally met my fated mate, it was an overwhelmingly blissful experience—something I had dreamed of for years. Yet, as the seasons changed and time went on, my happiness began to fade. My mate, once so deeply connected to me, eventually grew distant and no longer desired my presence. One day, he left everything behind—me and our two children—for someone else, abandoning the life we had built together and leaving me to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart.

My heart felt shattered into countless tiny pieces, each one representing the deep pain I was experiencing. As the days and months went on, I began to notice a striking change in my older daughter, Michelle; she started to resemble her father more and more with each passing day. This gradual transformation was bittersweet, as it seemed to remind me of what I had lost. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being haunted by her father through Michelle, as if his presence lingered in her features and mannerisms, making my grief even more overwhelming.

Not only did she look just like him, resembling him in both appearance and demeanor, but she also behaved and spoke in similar ways, mirroring his personality and mannerisms precisely. In contrast, my younger daughter, Brandy, was the complete opposite in every regard. Brandy resembled me in many ways, sharing my traits, habits, and manner of speaking, making her personality a stark contrast to his.

Both daughters, when they were much younger, frequently inquired about their father's return or whom he might have left behind. To comfort them, I would often impersonate him whenever they asked questions about him. Among the two, Michelle tended to ask about him more often than Brandy.

Eric left me because he said I was too aggressive and embarrassing, as well as disrespectful towards him. He said he couldn't take it any longer and left without even saying goodbye.

I harbored deep hatred for him, a feeling so intense that I directed it towards Michelle instead. Since I couldn't find a way to make Eric suffer or to show him the extent of my hatred directly, I chose to vent my anger through Michelle. I manipulated her into working so that she could give me her money, and I persuaded her to abandon her dreams of going off to college. Instead, I wanted her to stay, so I could continue to drain her financially and maintain control over her.

Basically, I delegated all the hard work to Michelle while I took it easy and relaxed most of the time. I made her sweat and bleed until the house was spotless. I forced her to sacrifice her free time, whether to relax or even to play, pushing her to work nonstop.

I never truly wished happiness for Michelle, as I believe she and her father do not deserve to find happiness. Therefore, I wasn't upset when I discovered that Brandy and Michelle's mate, Brian, were involved romantically. As long as Michelle remains unmated, she is compelled to stay with me and generate income on my behalf.

However, when Brandy informed me that Michelle had been fired from her job, I realized there was no point in having Michelle continue to live under my roof. Unless she could secure another job immediately, it didn't seem practical to keep her there.

Michelle's behavior has been increasingly disappointing. At times, it seems she might have been better off with her estranged father. I find myself counting down the days until I can finally be rid of this troublesome daughter.