I hope you can forgive my selfishness.
I was the daughter of an aristocratic nobleman who was a legitimate successor. As such, I naturally possessed the same blood.
However, I wasn’t loved by my father. I knew ever since I was young that I was hated. My mother had died in my stead when she had given birth to me.
Father didn’t seem to love mother. When I was little, I thought that it was inevitable for father to hate me for taking mother away from him. I also thought that the servants were also cold to me because I used my mother’s life as a stepping stone to be born.
However, I soon realized some matters. My father had a mistress, and a daughter born between them. In order to separate her from the annoyance of social circles, father never made her a second wife. For the sake of love, he enclosed them in a gentle world. I had no idea that it was a world merely for their family of three.
I rarely ever saw his mistress and daughter. To the point where I thought they were completely non-existent when I was young. And because of that, I thought it was nice. My own mother was hated for being the in-between, I wasn’t not loved, and I was never going to be loved from thereon. After realizing all of this, every time my father coldly looked at me, or threw cold words at me, I became sad, jealous and irritated at his mistress and daughter, and inadvertently, my hate for them grew.
They didn’t have much expectations for me, and I hated taking ladies’ education.
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