A redshirt no more.
The idea behind John Scalzi's "Redshirts" is that the characters become aware that their fate is decided upon by the script-writers and so they go in search of them to change the plot and stop further redshirts being killed. I have a similar feeling.
A soap opera, along with every other story, has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I hope I have now reached the end of the soap opera I appear to have been written into. I feel an ending has been reached.
I have now found out that the Evil Bitch who wormed her way into my mother's trust was made bankrupt last year. This is what lay behind the events of two years ago. It was an attempt by the Evil Bitch to acquire funds, by any means, fair or foul, to avoid this happening. She didn't give a damn if she came between my mother and myself, she didn't give a damn that she made the last year of an old lady's life more unpleasant than it needed to have been. An old lady who had already lost her husband and her younger daughter. She didn't give a damn that the memory of my last year with my mother would be tainted with the situation brought about by the Evil Bitch.
I have had too much time to rehash that time, to go over things to see if there was something I could have done better, to see if I really was deserving of being cut out of the will as if I had never existed. Never mind the house, the car etc, I have lost the majority of the bits and pieces that make up the memories of my family. I am glad I managed to rescue the photos and a few other things but there were things that belonged to my grandparents, my sister, my uncle that I do not have. All because of the Evil Bitch. So I am pleased to see that she was made bankrupt. I am not going to feel sorry for her. She deserves it.
I just didn't need to be written into some soap opera, a genre I have no tolerance for. Let this be the ending of the book. I want a new story, one that I like.
A soap opera, along with every other story, has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I hope I have now reached the end of the soap opera I appear to have been written into. I feel an ending has been reached.
I have now found out that the Evil Bitch who wormed her way into my mother's trust was made bankrupt last year. This is what lay behind the events of two years ago. It was an attempt by the Evil Bitch to acquire funds, by any means, fair or foul, to avoid this happening. She didn't give a damn if she came between my mother and myself, she didn't give a damn that she made the last year of an old lady's life more unpleasant than it needed to have been. An old lady who had already lost her husband and her younger daughter. She didn't give a damn that the memory of my last year with my mother would be tainted with the situation brought about by the Evil Bitch.
I have had too much time to rehash that time, to go over things to see if there was something I could have done better, to see if I really was deserving of being cut out of the will as if I had never existed. Never mind the house, the car etc, I have lost the majority of the bits and pieces that make up the memories of my family. I am glad I managed to rescue the photos and a few other things but there were things that belonged to my grandparents, my sister, my uncle that I do not have. All because of the Evil Bitch. So I am pleased to see that she was made bankrupt. I am not going to feel sorry for her. She deserves it.
I just didn't need to be written into some soap opera, a genre I have no tolerance for. Let this be the ending of the book. I want a new story, one that I like.