30 day challenge-Day 18: Anne
The heart of a woman is best served with care and love. The heart of a man is best not served at all. Truer words have never been spoken and I can attest to that. I always had my father on a pedestal and thought nothing could possibly go wrong. My mother had a hard life,but she and my brother finally got love and respect. Not only did she get hurt, betrayed and cast aside, she had to live with the fact that another woman gave my father the son he always wanted. Alexander was a lower being,but it meant nothing to my father. As his new wife pointed out, her son was his blood, his family’s future.
If my father never loved or cared about my mother’s heart and feelings, he should have cared about mine. He devoted all his attention to his new daughter and she meant the world to him. She got chosen to help continue the mission and deal with people, not me. She got shown off to potential suitors all the time, whereas I was lucky to get a meeting with one of his allies. Any time I tried to spend time with my father or it seemed as though our relationship was finally repaired, his new wife stepped in to ruin everything. I was a lost cause, no one could or would ever love me and I was too old too matter. So here I am, at 25, yet to be married. Yet to be loved. Yet to earn anyone’s love, even my uncle and cousin’s. My brother loves me,but much like me,he’s been cast aside and rejected his entire life.
It’s ironic. When I asked why they named me Anne, my father said that Anne Boleyn was his favorite out of King Henry VIII’s wives. The one he left the church and his wife for. The one who gave him on of England’s finest queens in history. My name is Anne, but instead of getting the man whose attention I want, my pretty little sister gets it instead. I’ll be the one who dies in a lonely tower while she gets to be queen of a brave new world.