My Sister Betrayed Me Twice to Help Our Evil Father – Story of the Day

I never liked my own family—call it dysfunctional if you may. But I still couldn’t fathom how my sister would betray me like this, twice, even though I helped her and our father out.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I was born into a better family. You know, with better parents who actually know how to be parents? But you don’t always get what you want in life, isn’t it?

I can’t really blame my mother actually—she ran away from the family when I was just ten, presumably since my father was abusive and manipulative. I still wish she took me and my sister away with her at that time, but then again, it is what it is. Sometimes there’s no use in looking back at things and constantly thinking about “what could’ve been.”

That’s what my therapist kept telling me. Don’t look back on the things you can’t change and think about what could’ve been. Look forward, time is linear, there’s no going back.

But she also said writing it out might help—so here it is, I guess.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family | Source: Shutterstock

I grew up in a dysfunctional family | Source: Shutterstock

As I said, my father was an abusive and manipulative monster—self-centered, arrogant … he only cared about himself and the things that actually concerned him. Sometimes I wonder how come my mother actually married him. That’s something I’d never find out, I guess.

As for my younger sister Cheryl, you can probably understand what kind of person she’d grow up to be under such circumstances. We were close when we were kids—at least before everything happened —but after my mother ran away, it had gotten worse since then.

My father never liked me since I was a kid, but he hated me even more after my mother ran away. Why? I have no idea. He probably thought I was the reason why she ran away—he never thought it was his fault.

Well, he blamed the stripper when he was drunk sometimes, but it takes two to tango, isn’t it? Or that it took two to have a lapdance, in this context.

Anyway. My sister Cheryl.

Cheryl and I used to be close when we were kids | Source: Pexels

Cheryl and I used to be close when we were kids | Source: Pexels

Ever since mother left, Cheryl became dad’s favorite, presumably since she was still too young to understand what happened. Since I was too old to be converted into daddy’s little girl at that time, he focused on Cheryl instead.

That’s what I meant when I said things began to go downhill from there—he and Cheryl began to gang up on me, alienating me in the house. It wasn’t pleasant, and to be honest, I don’t really want to go into details about what happened. Let’s just say I wish I had a more functional family.

Cheryl grew up to be a spoiled brat. That’s the thing about my father. He might be an absolute jerk of a person, but he wasn’t stupid. In fact, he made himself a fortune by setting up a trading company. It made sense though since he had every single trait of being a psychopathic CEO.

Chery, being daddy’s little girl of the family, had everything she needed and wanted—and even things she didn’t know she wanted. I can still remember the Gucci bag my father gave her when she was just 12. Can you believe that? A 12-year-old girl holding a Gucci bag?

Needless to say, Cheryl grew up to be a dysfunctional human being.

I remember how I used to smell like fast food every night after work | Source: Pexels

I remember how I used to smell like fast food every night after work | Source: Pexels

As for myself, I had to work hard for everything that I had. Since I wasn’t getting any allowances from my father, I began taking up part-time jobs here and there just to get by. I worked in McDonald’s, Wendy’s, and even handed out leaflets outside Sears at some point. I can still remember how I used to smell like French fries after my shifts. You just cannot get rid of that stench.

In a way, I am thankful for the experience, since all of these things taught me things I needed to know in life. It made me who I am—it taught me how to be resilient and got me through some dark times.

I moved out as soon as I could. I remember I was 18 at the time—it was a long and hot summer, and I packed up my things and went off to California in my old Honda Civic without even saying goodbye. I probably had $400 in my account at the time, but it was liberating. I can still remember the sweet summer breeze of youth and freedom along the Pacific Coast.

I found myself an IT job in California | Source: Pexels

I found myself an IT job in California | Source: Pexels

Fast forward 10 years from there, I got my college degree and began working for an IT company. I wouldn’t say I had a great career, but I managed to have a decent life and save some money of my own. To be honest, I wouldn’t stay in IT if not for the money. But hey, we all gotta make a living somehow.

It was then when I received an email from Cheryl. I hadn’t spoken to her nor my dad since the day I moved out, not that they cared anyway. They could’ve reached out to me somehow, but they did not. Ten years, not a single message from them.

But surprise surprise, Cheryl actually asked me for help in the email. How things have changed, I thought to myself.

It started with a bunch of formal addresses like “Dear Emma,” “I hope this email finds you well,” and my favorite—“Sincerely yours.”

I received an email from Cheryl while at work one day | Source: Pexels

I received an email from Cheryl while at work one day | Source: Pexels

She was asking me for money since her kid got sick and needed surgery, but her ex-boyfriend ran away with some chicks and left her with nothing. She said she hadn’t been talking to dad for a few years already due to some argument … bla bla bla. That was why she needed my help.

I was hesitant at first, but then I opened the attachment in the email—it was a picture of my nephew. He was adorable.

After looking at that picture, I debated on what I would do—or rather, the right thing for me to do. You see, I might not like my family, but the kid was innocent. He shouldn’t be pulled into the whole family feud that we had.

After a night of turning over and over again in my bed, I decided to wire her the money.

Cheryl didn't respond to my emails after I wired her the money | Source: Pexels

Cheryl didn’t respond to my emails after I wired her the money | Source: Pexels

The next month I sent her an email, asking her if everything was alright with the kid—alas, no response.

So I did a bit of research and found out where she lived. Well, as it turned out, she didn’t move far—basically six or seven blocks from where we used to live. I decided to drop by and give her a visit.

It had been more than ten years since I left—but that’s the thing about small American towns … scenery might change, but people don’t. I can still recognize the same shops and people I used to know. Older, but not necessarily wiser.

Then, as if God intervened through some twisted manner, before getting to Cheryl, I bumped into an old classmate of mine who happened to know my family cause you know, small town.

I bumped into John at a gas station—it was truly a strange coincidence | Source: Pexels

I bumped into John at a gas station—it was truly a strange coincidence | Source: Pexels

John was a classmate of mine back then. His mother and my father were neighbors growing up, so he was kind of a family friend. He was beyond surprised when he saw me at the gas station.

“Hey. Is that you, Emma?” he said as he approached me from his car.

“ …John? God, could barely recognize you there, man,” I said.

“What brought you back here? Haven’t seen you in years,” he continued. “Came here to see your old man?”

I assumed he didn’t know what happened to my family all these years.

“Nah, just wanna check on Cheryl and my nephew,” I said, trying to shrug it off and make it sound as natural as I could.

“Your nephew? I didn’t know Cheryl had a kid,” responded John, with a pair of confused eyes. “That’s strange, I would’ve known since I live across the road from her,” he added.

Now things were getting weird.

John happened to live across the road from Cheryl | Source: Pexels

John happened to live across the road from Cheryl | Source: Pexels

Out of curiosity, I asked John about my father after a brief explanation that we haven’t been talking for quite a few years.

“Yea, he goes over to Cheryl’s every weekend. His business partner screwed him over, I heard, so he lost quite a bit of money there. He seemed sad for a while but he seems alright now,” he said. “I think Cheryl managed to bail him out or something.”

“His partner screwed him over? When was that?”

“Maybe a month or two ago? I remember seeing him walking around Cheryl’s driveway, calling and cursing at his phone—must’ve been around that time.”

I decided to pay Cheryl a visit. I had to know what happened.

I knocked on Cheryl's door, not entirely sure what I was expecting | Source: Pexels

I knocked on Cheryl’s door, not entirely sure what I was expecting | Source: Pexels

So, I pulled up in front of Cheryl’s house, rang the doorbell, and she opened the door for me.

From the door I could see my father sitting in the living room, having a glass of wine in his hand—and no, I did not see any kid in the house.

Cheryl was surprised to see me there, as you can guess by now. “Emma? What’re you doing here?” she asked.

“Just trying to check up on my nephew,” I responded.

For a fleeting moment, I could see it in her eyes that she was trying to avoid the topic.

“Oh, a friend of mine is babysitting Anthony now,” she responded. “Do you want to come in? We haven’t seen you in years,” she added.

I was still hesitant at the time—just one step, and I could step inside the house and perhaps deal with all that trauma sown within me years ago. It was so close, that feeling of being able to make things right at last.

But I wasn’t ready. I told them I was a bit under the weather and got back into my car and drove to a nearby motel.

Unable to face Cheryl and my father, I drove to a motel nearby for the night | Source: Pexels

Unable to face Cheryl and my father, I drove to a motel nearby for the night | Source: Pexels

The next day I bumped into John again at a local diner. God certainly works in mysterious ways.

But it was a bit different this time—when he saw me at the diner he simply turned around without saying a single word.

That was strange, I thought to myself. Considering we were on good terms the whole time, there was something odd about it. I decided to walk towards him and asked him what’s up.

“Hey man, sup? Is everything alright?” I asked him when he sat down at his table.

He tried to avoid having eye contact with me, but I just stood there, utterly bewildered by his reaction.

“Hey, I know it’s none of my business, but I think you might need some help,” he said.

Now this just got way more confusing.

“What? Why? I don’t think I understand,” I said.

“Look, I talked to Cheryl last night, about her having a kid—she told me that … well, she told me why you left,” he said meekly.

“What? What did she say?”

“She said you were … imagining things, and they had to send you away to the hospital.”

“W—what? How?”

I bumped into John again in the diner, but I could tell that something was wrong | Source: Pexels

I bumped into John again in the diner, but I could tell that something was wrong | Source: Pexels

“She doesn’t have a kid and I don’t understand why you said she has. So last night I went over to her place and asked her about it, and she told me what happened,” he said, but then he paused for a moment. “She said you just showed up out of nowhere and started asking about her kid … Look, I don’t want any trouble here.”

That … wretched woman. I don’t know if I can still call her my sister anymore. Did she just throw me under the bus after all I did for her and presumably our father? Am I hallucinating? No, I was pretty sure I was not.

“Wait a second,” I said to John as he was about to leave. I then went through my inbox and showed the email to John. He looked at it and went quiet for a while. But at last, he responded.

“Look, it’s really none of my business, just leave me out of this,” he said, and he simply left the diner without touching his pancakes.

Here I am, back in San Francisco, wondering if I did the right thing | Source: Pexels

Here I am, back in San Francisco, wondering if I did the right thing | Source: Pexels

So here I am, back in San Francisco at my own apartment. I just drove all the way back here after that interaction with John—Lord knows what other folks in town were talking about right now. Can you imagine that? My very own sister, fabricating a lie so that I could save our father who never cared about me, and then throwing me under the bus and telling the folks that I was crazy? Seriously?

I am not sure how I should feel about it—I admit that writing it down did make me feel better. But still … I couldn’t help but wonder if it would have made a difference if I actually walked into the house and talked to them. Maybe I had a chance to change something? Maybe things wouldn’t end up the way they are now?

I don’t know. I really don’t know.

What can we learn from this story?

Sometimes we just have to let things go. It is what it is, sometimes there’s just nothing we can do about it. Let go and start living.

Look forward. We cannot change the past, whatever that is, but we can try and move on, one way or another.

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Man Kicks Out Brother After He Brought His Kids to His Wedding – Story of the Day

I kicked my brother out of the wedding hall after he went against my decision and brought his kids to the wedding. But I’m not ashamed of it. I think it was the right decision.

My wife, Laura, and I got married days ago, and we had decided to keep the wedding children-free. To be honest, I thought that was the best decision. So when I was sending out the invites, I made sure the message was clear to everyone.

To some extent, I was sure that everyone would respect my decision and won’t bring their kids to the wedding. But there was one person I wasn’t sure of, and that was my 36-year-old brother David.

David got married at a young age and has four kids. Like every parent, those kids mean the world to him, so he takes them everywhere he and his wife go.

And trust me when I say that the kids are with him everywhere because I hadn’t witnessed even one family event in twenty-eight years of my life when David and his wife attended an event without them.

So, unlike other guests, I gave the wedding invite to him in person and even read it out loud to make sure David didn’t miss the little note at the bottom. “Kids are not allowed. Sorry for the inconvenience,” I finished reading.

“Child-free, huh?” David added in a sarcastic tone.

“Well, yeah. I think that’s the best decision!” I replied instantly.

David glared at me. “Are you out of your mind, Richard? My kids have never been excluded from any event, big or small, let alone their own uncle’s wedding!”

Ramsey seemed upset when I told him kids weren’t allowed | Photo: Pexels

“I’m sorry, David,” I said after a little pause, “but it’s already been decided, and everyone has to follow the rules!”

David didn’t say anything after that. I thought he was pissed at me, so I was about to apologize again, but then he spoke up. “I get it, man, no children means no children, no worries. I won’t bring my kids!”

I was relieved David didn’t get into a fight about it and seemed to accept the rule. However, I had a hard time believing he would agree to my request so quickly. Who’d have guessed my suspicions would turn out to be true?

A week later, the wedding day came. Almost everyone in the family arrived except David and his wife. I began thinking David was furious with me because I had refused to let him bring his children to the wedding.

So I decided to phone him and apologize. But just as I was about to dial the number, my best man informed me that David and his children had arrived.

I was burning with anger, and I went straight to meet him at the entrance. I greeted the kids and asked my sister-in-law to take them back to the car. When they left, I lashed out at David.

I stopped Ramsey at the entrance | Photo: Pexels

I stopped Ramsey at the entrance | Photo: Pexels

“You can’t enter, David,” I said. “Kids are not allowed in here!”

“Calm down, Richard,” David retorted. “It’s not like your wedding will be ruined because of my kids. Why are you acting like that?”

I was furious. “Acting like that?! Didn’t I tell you about it before?”

“You did, Richard, but I didn’t think you were serious. They’re just kids, after all. You’re not going to kick me out of the hall just because I didn’t follow the rules, right?” David responded.

“Well, I can. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, David! ” I yelled at the top of my voice.

David looked at me angrily. “You’re a lunatic, I swear. I mean, who does that to their brother?”

“I don’t want to explain anything to you now. Please leave!” I almost yelled at him.

I kicked Ramsey out of the wedding hall | Photo: Unsplash

I kicked Ramsey out of the wedding hall | Photo: Unsplash

“You know what, Richard? You’re an awful uncle and brother for sure, but you’re a simp too! I’m sure it’s your lovely Laura who has brainwashed you like this! If I were in your place, I wouldn’t have married a pathetic woman!” David said and walked away.

I was even more enraged by David’s snide remarks about Laura, and I wanted to stop him and lash out at him once more. However, our last quarrel was humiliating and loud enough for all guests, including my in-laws, to gaze at us.

My mother had to step in to calm the situation by persuading me to let it go and invite David and his family to the wedding. But I stood firm in my refusal. I was adamant about my decision and paid no attention to what others had to say.

But since that day, everyone hated me and sided with David, claiming I betrayed him and his family by acting coldly towards them when all they wanted to do was celebrate the occasion with my wife and me.

I am sad that everyone in the family hates me | Photo: Pexels

I am sad that everyone in the family hates me | Photo: Pexels

My father was furious with me for potentially and permanently destroying my relationship with David, his wife, and their children by excluding them from my wedding. David will never forget that day, he said. But first, let me explain why I did it.

I used to work for Laura’s dad’s company. He and his wife tragically died in a car accident. I was just one of the employees attending the funeral when I saw Laura for the first time.

A few days after the funeral, as I was on my way to the cabin, I met Laura at the office. She had come to collect some documents.

When I saw her, all I could think of was how sad she was during the funeral. So I asked her if she was doing well. I don’t know why but after talking to her that day, I felt like I wanted to learn more about her.

Luckily, we began meeting each other often, especially after Laura took over her dad’s position and came to the office every day. And before we realized it, we were in love.

I fell in love with Clara at the first sight | Photo: Pexels

I fell in love with Clara at the first sight | Photo: Pexels

Laura had returned to regular life somehow, but her trauma from her parents’ death remained severe, and she was undergoing treatment for that. Laura’s therapist had warned me not to do anything that might cause her mental distress.

We had gone to see a gynecologist just a few weeks before the wedding because Laura wanted to talk about her health issues and see if there would be any complications with her pregnancy. Sadly, it turned out that Laura could never become a mother.

If Laura knew this, she wouldn’t be able to bear it because she wanted to give birth and have a family. So I decided to hide the truth from her until her therapist gave me the green light. But Laura learned about it, and as I had expected, she was devastated.

I decided not to allow children to attend our wedding because I knew Laura would be even more upset if she saw them. She had even planned a court wedding because she didn’t want such a lavish wedding after receiving the sad news. But I knew she always wanted the wedding to be like this since she talked about it from the beginning of our relationship.

Clara was devastated when she learned she couldn't give birth | Photo: Pexels

Clara was devastated when she learned she couldn’t give birth | Photo: Pexels

Yes, I could have told my brother the real reason, but trust me, he’s not good with secrets, and my family is such that if people knew Laura was taking therapy sessions and now couldn’t become a mother, they wouldn’t accept our relationship. So I think what I did was right.

You can hate me for what I did, but I love Laura, and I will do anything to keep her happy.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Sometimes you have to lose something to gain something. Richard ruined his relationship with his brother because he wanted to save Laura from further depression.
  • If you love someone, you stay with them through the good and bad. Just as Richard stayed by Laura’s side every time.

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