I thought about Brenda, probably changing a diaper in a cramped apartment, bitter and angry. I thought about Greg answering phones in Ohio, dreaming of the life he threw away. They wanted everything. They ended up with nothing. I wanted nothing but love. And I ended up with everything: my freedom, my fortune, and finally, myself. I realized that the shadow sister didn’t exist anymore. I wasn’t a shadow. I was the sun. I had just been letting them stand in front of my light.
I took a sip of my wine, the same wine I drank the night Sarah told me to fight. “To the auditors,” I whispered to the sea. And the sea whispered back, You won.
If you are going through something like this, if you are the one always giving and never receiving, listen to me. Stop. Close the account. Change the locks. You are worth more than what you can provide for others. Don’t be the shadow sister. Be the CEO of your life.
