As I blow out the lone candle on the cake, I laugh at my own naivete. For over a quarter of a century, I had lived my life believing that I was just another grain of sand in the vast, barren desert. Putting myself down had become a hard-to-beat habit; after all that was something familiar over the years. If I put my mind to it, I don’t think it would require a lot of effort to imagine all the things he could say even today to make it all seem so insignificant. He was very good at raining on my parade; and I think he never could have found a more willing subject.
25 years ago when I had stepped across the threshold, I hadn’t realized that it was my first step into a coffin. 25 years of constantly being buried under taunts, sarcasm and guilt, I didn’t realize when I became a zombie. A shadow that was as scared of the dark as the light. Not a single moment went by without being reminded of how “barren” my life was. No happiness, no respect, no love…and no child. 25 years they hoped that I would break and die under the pressure. But they were wrong.
It had taken only a signature to free me from the years of shame. After that, everything had headed up-hill. Today, as I sit here reading the very successful balance sheet of the company I had given birth to and munch on my sugar-free chocolate cupcake, I can’t help but feel a little smug. Boy, was I glad to be back!
Story kick-started by Musetracks