Everyone needs me. No one ever chooses me.
I’m the daughter who’s supposed to understand. The sister who should give in. The fiancée who has to smile while he makes another woman feel special. My sister. There’s always room for her feelings. Mine are something I’m expected to get over.
And somehow, asking to be loved makes me the selfish one.
I’ve spent years hoping they’ll finally notice how much it hurts.
I’m leaving. They can keep choosing her. Let’s see how long they last without me.
