I GET EXCITED AND START TALKING AND SUDDENLY IโM โARGUINGโ
IโM NOT. IโM JUST TRYING TO REACH YOU THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW
I THOUGHT WE WERE HAVING FUN. YOU THOUGHT I WAS FIGHTING YOU
AND NOW IโM SITTING HERE QUIET AGAIN. WONDERING WHY CONNECTING FEELS LIKE LOSING
I never tried to ruin my stepsister's happiness.
In fact, I was the only person trying to protect her.
A few months ago, she started talking to a wealthy guy from our town.
He showered her with attention.
Expensive gifts.
Sweet messages.
Promises about the future.
Even talks about marriage.
Everyone around her was impressed.
I wasn't.
Because I had seen this story before.
One of my closest friends had trusted the samwasn't
He promised her the world too.
Then one day, he walked away like she meant nothing.
She spent months crying herself to sleep.
I still remember holding her while she begged to know what she had done wrong.
So when I saw my stepsister getting attached, I got scared.
Not for myself.
For her.
I went to my stepmom and tried to explain.
I told her I wasn't jealous.
I wasn't trying to interfere.
I just didn't want another girl to get hurt.
But instead of listening, she looked at me and said,
You're judging people because of your own thinking.
That broke my heart.
Because nobody even tried to understand why I was worried.
After that, things got worse.
My stepsister started sending me pictures of them together.
Private moments.
Romantic dinners.
Photos that felt less like memories and more like reminders that nobody believed me.
Every time my phone lit up, my chest sank.
Not because I was jealous.
Because I was afraid.
Afraid that one day those smiles would disappear.
Afraid that one day she would experience the same pain my friend went through.
The saddest part?
Everyone thinks I'm the villain.
The jealous sister.
The negative one.
The troublemaker.
But the truth is much simpler.
I love my stepsister.
And sometimes loving someone means worrying about them when nobody else does.
Maybe I'm wrong.
I honestly hope I am.
Because I'd rather be called jealous for the rest of my life than watch someone I care about get her heart broken and know I stayed silent.