It was love at first sight, but I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. He wasn’t the typical perfect gentleman, but there was something about him that I’d never seen in anyone else before. He first introduced me to his daughter about 6 months into the relationship. Up until now it was all going well, my two daughters seemed to take him on as a father figure as soon as they met him. However I never thought that Cinderella took me on as a mother figure. This soon became much clearer as we took the decision to move in with each other. I could sometimes see the jealously burning in her eyes when John and I were close.
The day that john passed away was the most shocking and devastating day of my life, not only had I lost a husband but I also gained something that wasn’t worth the pain. His daughter seemed to think that everything would now be hers as she was his only child. As john had left everything to me I felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility to myself and the girls. I then tried to share everything out between myself and the girls. Cinderella’s greed and spitefulness shined through and my tolerance with her was worn thin.
As Cinderella grew with age I could see that she had inherited her father’s good looks. Her beauty seemed to out class that of my own girls and the other girls in the village. Not only was she beautiful but she lacked the modesty to deny it. Soon her attitude changed towards me and the girls completely, she thought we were inferior to her. Being my now step-daughter I attempted to treat as my own and was often torn between how to deal with her as she often retorted back “you’re not my mother”.
This upset me a lot as this statement was drawn up on a regular basis, she was the only part of john I had left and she still she didn’t want me to have him.
As the years past and Cinderella’s contempt grew, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I decided to delegate the girls to all the individual chores of the house. Cinderella didn’t appreciate this as she was never treated this way by John, in some ways I blame him for this, as he never treated her as an equal she was always his “little princess”, I feel bad when I say this as I know my poor john didn’t intend on this happening.
In the weeks that followed this delegation of chores, I often noticed Cinderella neglecting her role in the household, I tried to be nice and reason with her but she was having none of it. As a result I became a person I wish I never had. I started to resent her and treat her in a way in which I would have disagreed with. She had changed me for the worst…………..
During summer it was announced that the Prince of the land would be having a ball to celebrate his birthday and all the eligible ladies in the land were invited. As a result of Cinderella’s disregard for my authority and the rules of the house, I made the decision to not let her come to the ball. I thought the prince would have the sense to pick personality over looks. So that night we left her behind much to her dismay. The prince seemed arrogant and shallow and only proved that he wasn’t good enough for my girls. That night however there was a girl there that seemed to glow amongst the ordinary who paled in comparison to her beauty, it was clear that the he had made his choice of beauty over brains.
That night when we returned Cinderella seemed to be asleep so we all followed suit. By the morning we had people knocking on our door asking for the glowing girl that was there last night, I offered only my daughters as we thought that Cinderella wasn’t there. It turns out that she had snuck out and disguised herself that night, which to my disappointment had worked in her favour. That night she left with the prince and never returned this was when I realised with a deep sadness that my only piece of john that I had left was gone.
The day that john passed away was the most shocking and devastating day of my life, not only had I lost a husband but I also gained something that wasn’t worth the pain. His daughter seemed to think that everything would now be hers as she was his only child. As john had left everything to me I felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility to myself and the girls. I then tried to share everything out between myself and the girls. Cinderella’s greed and spitefulness shined through and my tolerance with her was worn thin.
As Cinderella grew with age I could see that she had inherited her father’s good looks. Her beauty seemed to out class that of my own girls and the other girls in the village. Not only was she beautiful but she lacked the modesty to deny it. Soon her attitude changed towards me and the girls completely, she thought we were inferior to her. Being my now step-daughter I attempted to treat as my own and was often torn between how to deal with her as she often retorted back “you’re not my mother”.
This upset me a lot as this statement was drawn up on a regular basis, she was the only part of john I had left and she still she didn’t want me to have him.
As the years past and Cinderella’s contempt grew, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I decided to delegate the girls to all the individual chores of the house. Cinderella didn’t appreciate this as she was never treated this way by John, in some ways I blame him for this, as he never treated her as an equal she was always his “little princess”, I feel bad when I say this as I know my poor john didn’t intend on this happening.
In the weeks that followed this delegation of chores, I often noticed Cinderella neglecting her role in the household, I tried to be nice and reason with her but she was having none of it. As a result I became a person I wish I never had. I started to resent her and treat her in a way in which I would have disagreed with. She had changed me for the worst…………..
During summer it was announced that the Prince of the land would be having a ball to celebrate his birthday and all the eligible ladies in the land were invited. As a result of Cinderella’s disregard for my authority and the rules of the house, I made the decision to not let her come to the ball. I thought the prince would have the sense to pick personality over looks. So that night we left her behind much to her dismay. The prince seemed arrogant and shallow and only proved that he wasn’t good enough for my girls. That night however there was a girl there that seemed to glow amongst the ordinary who paled in comparison to her beauty, it was clear that the he had made his choice of beauty over brains.
That night when we returned Cinderella seemed to be asleep so we all followed suit. By the morning we had people knocking on our door asking for the glowing girl that was there last night, I offered only my daughters as we thought that Cinderella wasn’t there. It turns out that she had snuck out and disguised herself that night, which to my disappointment had worked in her favour. That night she left with the prince and never returned this was when I realised with a deep sadness that my only piece of john that I had left was gone.
