It is no longer a matter of speaking out. Or to blame. What is done has been done as the only inevitable consequence of the choices we make. Whether I decide to judge them as negative or positive, it won’t help when reality can be brushed over in secret using any weapon available, and call it survival.
I learn that from my sister, Cristina. The way she managed to fool everyone around her to think she was the hard-working independent and charitable woman she never was, showed me how futile is everything when your energy can be spent in pretending instead.
She claimed to be an ally for everyone, when in reality, it was all in for herself. The moment she got rid of her curls, that always shamed her, and grew to be attractive to men, her whole reality shifted to the pursuit of power, and power only.
And if that included birthing a baby with a man that was clearly not a good father, so be it. The only requisite was that he was the owner, or at least current tenant, of multiple venues in a very famous entertainment spot in my home city, Léganes.
It wasn’t immediate. It didn’t sip through at that stage, but I can map in hindsight, all the steps she took in her mission of using anyone, and anything for another opportunity to thrive.
To be continued…
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