>It was always about envy, wasn't it? SHE had everything.
>A wonderful, full family. Not a broken down house, where the father ran away, leaving them in an ocean of debts and expenses.
>Not one where the mother comes back every night with a different man, and you and your siblings have to pretend you don't hear the moans and the banging.
>"I'm trying to find you a new dad" she would explain. The whore. You love her, but you know what she is.
>SHE didn't have that problem. A loving, doting mother. A dad who would sooner snap your neck than let his loved ones get hurt. A perfect little brother, always there for her. The golden boy, the unstoppable object, the achiever.
>You? You were more often the mother rather than the actual person. Trying to keep the house together. Trying to keep it all from falling apart. School, work, nannying your siblings, work again, practicing in the park, 4 hours of sleep, getting them ready and fed... and again... and again... day after day.
>SHE was pushed forward to perfect her hobby, to reach higher and higher. Thousand of dollars in equipment. All the time and encouragement in the world. All paths laid open.
>You? Get part-time jobs, as many as you can. The bills won't pay for themselves? The guitar. Bought from a pawn shop. Can't play it at home. It's a noisy peace of junk. Stop daydreaming, earn money, find a good man, get out of the house. You're a burden. A burden and a house slave.