#1073

My sisters visiting home since her summer job wrapped up, and she invited her boyfriend since they’re madly in love or something. Growing up, I was the one she was in love with. I was the one she wanted to date. The one she made advances on even when I’d scram no, the one who’d leer at me when I changed. She loved me then, but now she loves her boyfriend. She talks to him the same way she used to talk to me—she loves him the same way she loved me. I still live in fear of her making advances again—I watch her like a hawk when she walks behind me, I scream at her and belittle her, I make it clear that if she pulls anything I will make sure she can’t get away with it like she could when I was small, naive, and scared of my parents. But despite it all, I feel heartbroken. She just discarded me like I was nothing the second she found a more receptive person. She doesn’t even fucking talk about me to her friends, she doesn’t even mention me. I’m glad that her and her boyfriend are happy but it doesn’t feel fair that she gets to live her life like nothing happened when I’m stuck terrified of every person in my life becoming like her. I wish shed acknowledge what she did to me. I wish she realized it was wrong. It makes me sick that she doesn’t know, and it makes me sick that she doesn’t care enough about me to even try questioning her worldview. It never should’ve happened, but that doesn’t mean it should be swept under the rug because it did.