| ELLA, THE REAL CINDER IN MY LIFE |
| Written by Jan Strasser | |
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I thought my life had been all planned out. When I was a young girl, my parents had arranged a good match for me and I was content to let my story unfold. Something went wrong, and after putting so much effort into my marriage, with two difficult children later, my husband died on me! At first I was shocked. How could he do that, to me! I had put up with all that crap we wives have to, but he was a successful man. I found all the doors for him to go through, found all the people he could impress, I paved the way for that man's life. It wasn't my fault he couldn't follow all my direction, with his friends constantly whispering in his ear about me……ME! I was not a typical wife!! How could he succeed with a typical wife? He certainly couldn't, but then he died! Well, I picked up my life, two young girls, a household, I had to. I went out and found another suitable partner. I could offer a title, John could offer money, a good match, I'd say. One problem, though, he had a young child of his own. In the beginning, she was fine, being so young and all. I must admit some sympathy, losing a mother is quite tragic, worst thing I could imagine for anyone. That Ella, though, she demanded more and more of her father's attention, and I needed him to attend to me and my children, too, after all. Well, in spite of our troubles at home I set out to help John succeed. He was resistant at first, but I think John grew to see how much I helped him. I encouraged many business ventures, set up meetings and reviewed his affairs constantly, we were making progress. Then he started to slow down, got very pale, one day falling over clenching his chest. That really took the wind out of my sails, after such selfless devotion. I did have John's money and decided to put it to good use. That little brat of his just got worse, though; she moped and whined, even avoiding me and my girls. Finally, it got to the point where I had to restrict her, that little, lazy witch. At one month, after the untimely demise of my beloved husband, I put that laggard to work; she had to do her share and learn the value of her position. I even had to go so far as to close off her rooms. She had taken to sleeping in the kitchen; the ashes mind you, saying that she preferred to be in her Dad's favorite place in the house, the kitchen. Well, the kitchen is a warm, cheery place, but really. I was mortified, my children even teased her with "Cinder Ella" but nothing worked, she would not go back to her rooms. I will not give her a cent or moment more of my time for her future until she starts acting like the respectable folk we are. |
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