The walking ghost
My cousin visited today. I hate it when she's here. She always manages to make me feel like shit. Of course my parents fawn over her. My mom especially. They love her to death, because she's fucking perfect: She's got a condo in Orlando, has a business and Spanish degree from MSU, already makes six figures even though she's only five years out of school, has some important financial job at an international firm, and is going back to school to get a Master's. She's really beautiful, a long distance runner, and now has some perfect Marine boyfriend to top it all off. Everything my family wanted from me - but they're not getting it, and they know it. My parents give her and her brother everything - they even helped pay for college tuition. They never criticize them. And me? I'm not like that, I'm not beautiful, I don't have some perfect boyfriend, I'm crazy and strange and I spend all day brooding with my guitar and barely talk sometimes. Because I'm the disappointment and never going to be a business major or a lawyer or any of that shit, because I want to be a musician or a writer, just something that I love, I don't get help to pay for college. Or my car. Or anything. They think I'm going to be a fucking failure.
They treat her more like a daughter than me.