My Fortty So Me Thing

Joana Have I told you today that I hate my family? I stand there looking at myself in the mirror of a bridal store.... Yes, that's exactly what you are reading, bridal stores. Now the question is: are you, Joana, going to get married? Kind of ironic, isn't it, that I thought that one day I would get married, have children and be happy forever?! This Prince Charming story no longer stuck with me. Once I thought that I had found my better half. But I ended up meeting an i***t who As soon as he met my sister, he simply stopped liking me and started hitting on her. Now I ask: what do you think my parents said? That's right... nothing! Nothing! I was really pissed off. I might not be Miss Universe, but I was very better than my sister. But no, his mother's son said he had fallen in love with her and that they would soon marry. Saying that I cried, I begged, yes, I did all of this, was of no use. Then, on October 5th, my ex was finally going to marry my sister. —Joana, my daughter, you need to lose weight — he said my mother, Dona Isabel, a beautiful woman but at the same time futile. My sister Cláudia was the Miss Universe type, just the way Leonardo loved her. — Why do you insist that I go to a wedding that was supposed to be mine? — I question and she just looks at me with that fresh face and says: — It's time for you to stop thinking you were betrayed. — Do you think I wasn't betrayed by him and my sister? I ask, shocked by her cynicism. — Blame me, Joana de Alencar! — she comments and to be continued. — You know very well that Leonardo is very sorry about having dated you. Hey? Like this? That son of a b***h thinks he's the last cookie in the package. I take a deep breath, trying to be the good daughter I wasn't. My mother has already made this very clear. -Enough! I don't want to participate in this joke anymore! — I practically scream. —Watch your manners, Joana. Yes, you will participate in this wedding. Yourself She said she didn't love him anymore. —Are you saying what I think I heard? — My daughter, your sister has always been in love with Leonardo. It was just a matter of meeting. — Really, I need to get out of here. I need to have a beer to see if I can calm down. — I believe, Joana! Isn't that a man's drink? — Dona Isabel asks me, horrified. - And? We women also have this drink and I want one, otherwise, I don't answer for myself. — I finish by going to heading to the dressing room to take off that damn green dress that, to me, was a dress the color of vomit. I take it off quickly and put my clothes back on. I was wearing nice jeans tight, with a robe that my mother said made me look like a pregnant woman. Look at my worried face. He was I didn't care what she thought of me. It was time for me to torture myself for things my mother said. —Where do you think you're going? — she questions. - What do you think? I have more to do than sit here and listen to nonsense from Madam as always — I reply. — Joana, look at your manners, you have to behave. I am your mother and I deserve respect. — Dona Isabel and her dramas. — Mom, I never wanted to participate in this joke. At the very least, I should have been drunk to have accepted this madness — I confess with anger at myself, wanting to remember how I accepted it. I leave her side and go get my things. I had more to do than listening to s**t from a crazy mother. —Come back here, Joana! — she shouts, attracting the eyes of the store's salespeople. — Mom, I'm already running late, for God's sake — I ask. — OK, OK! But you'll have to tell your sister that you're going to lose weight get into the bridesmaid dress. I look at her in disbelief, trying to understand the s**t that just came out of her mouth. — Mom, I'm not going to lose weight because of you! — I almost scream. — You have to lose weight for your sister's wedding — she argues. —For the last time, I'm not going to the f*****g wedding. I wish you both all the best and have a great day. — I left without looking back. Thank God I didn't live with them anymore. This was not for lack of encouragement. Ever they wanted to exploit me. I could be in need, God forbid, but never go back to my parents' house again. I turn the corner and I don't know what really happened, I just know that I was pushed and I end up on top of the car, and, with the impact of the crash, I fall to the ground. The last thing I remember before closing my eyes was seeing a man beautiful, it made my heart race. When you look at me with admiration and at the same time Scared time, I surrender to the darkness without knowing who that beautiful man was who helped me.