BREAKING: How my sister jealous nature almost destroyed me

Growing up, my sister and I shared a bond, but somewhere along the way, it turned toxic. She grew increasingly jealous of me, and I never quite understood why.

As time passed, her jealousy turned to hatred, and she did everything in her power to hurt me emotionally. It wasn’t until one day when I brought my boyfriend home to meet our mom that things took a dangerous turn.

I had prepared a meal, excited to introduce my boyfriend to my family, but I had no idea that my sister, consumed with jealousy, would go to the lengths of poisoning the food I’d prepared.

Thankfully, our maid witnessed the act, and everything came to light. That day was a turning point for me. I vowed to never trust my sister again and decided to leave our home.

Over the next couple of years, my life moved forward. I got married and began my own family, but my sister remained bitter and continued to say malicious things about me.

She didn’t attend my wedding, and her hurtful words cut deeply. It was clear that the bitterness between us wasn’t going to fade on its own.

Not long after, my sister’s life took a tragic turn. She married a man who almost destroyed her emotionally and mentally.

After a year of enduring hardship, she finally ended the relationship. Then, to make matters worse, she sold the family home shortly after our parents passed away without consulting me. It was as though she had completely erased the history of our family and my place in it.

And then, out of nowhere, she reached out to me. She needed help. Despite everything, I felt conflicted. The sister who had hurt me so much was asking for my support, and I was left torn between anger and a deep-seated desire to do what was right.

My mother had always taught me to forgive, no matter how much pain someone had caused me. So, after everything, I chose to forgive her, though I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Eventually, she apologized for everything that had transpired between us, the hurtful words, the actions that nearly tore us apart.

It was a long road to get there, but I began to realize that forgiveness wasn’t just for her; it was for me, too.

The healing process had started, and with time, I began to let go of the bitterness I had held onto for so long.

I had learned that sometimes, people change, and sometimes, reconciliation though hard, is worth pursuing.