My Sister, My Frenemy
We were told as little girls, our relationships with our sisters determine how we will interact with female friendships when we get older. If there is mistrust and jealousy with young girls, there will be mistrust and jealousy with women. I never used to believe that until my Lil sister started having an affair with my male friend behind my back. Do not get me wrong, this is not about him, per se. Men come and go; my sister is forever. He is nothing special and certainly not worth fighting over. It is about the trust I had for my sister. I never in a million years thought she would be the one to betray me. I never thought she would be the one to hurt me.
"Medication" (Pimp, Pusher, and Addict)
For centuries our doctors and pharmacists have been pimped by pharmaceutical companies to push potentially life-threatening drugs into our already fragile systems. We depend on our legal drug dealers (doctors and pharmacists) to aid us, the patients, in maintaining good health. What happens when the side effects of the treatments are more dangerous than the illness?
The Myth of Marriage
Derived from the rules of ancient beliefs, a woman is considered a spinster if she is not married by a certain age. That leaves us to think we must marry as soon as possible. So we tend to marry the first man that asks. As little girls, we are bred to believe in an unreal fantasy that one day we will marry, have children, live in a home with a white picket fence, and live happily ever after. As young as age ten or earlier, we plan the perfect wedding. We envision the white dress, the handsome groom on our side, the wedding party, and then the honeymoon. We foresee the ideal and invincible marriage. Most marriages are anything but…
On December 2nd, I arrived at Mr. Brennan’s office promptly at 8: a. m. to begin my six months of lockdown. Bernice was next to arrive with her two Moncler and Rimowa carry-ons. Dorothy came minutes later with her two Fendi carry-ons. And our baby girl Monica arrived last with her two Gucci carry-ons. I looked at my sisters and asked myself why am I the only one whose luggage came from Walmart?
Four Sisters—Settling In After assisting our baby girl off the floor, Mr. Brennan took us on a tour of the house and introduced us to the staff. The foyer was brightly lit by four French Empire Chandeliers. On the walls were artworks by Haffkta, Watteau, and Gold. Next to the door was a Once Upon A Time mirror by Sturkenboom. Directly across from each other were two identical Saltford settees. The floors were black and white marble. It was more like a grand ballroom rather than a foyer.
Four Sister’s Our Papa Was A Rolling Stone Karen Thomas My name is Karen Thomas. I grew up thinking I was an only child until last year in October. That is when I found out I also had a father. A lawyer had contacted me to tell me of my father's passing and that he had left me his estate.