Too Much Love by Victorian S. (motivational books for students txt) 📕

Too Much Love

There’s such a thing as having too much love for someone. It’s a love turned rotten by a desire to please and hopeless hope to receive back what is given. It’s a fruitless tree being watered. So why does it happen? Because there are people who hold too much love.

Now this family doesn’t find any gratification in the investment they had for five years begged, cursed, and declared they rightfully deserved. The girl who loved them too much had paid the price for their happiness. Christ was all she had, but she loved everyone despite what they did to her. It was too much love for the wrong thing that cost this girl’s family their only daughter who could never have been bought.

Her name isn’t what’s important; it’s her story that is. Pudgy, achene swabbed, and wiry glasses, she had no confidence in herself image when the family first moved. She indulged in the gossip and trash talk of the pretty but always maintained being a kind girl when not around the corruption of mirrors. Her grades are what she devoted her pride to, wanting her parents to think well of her despite the situation her family was in. All she wanted to be was their sunshine.

When she overheard how excited her family was about her new diet and PE, she decided to try to become the skinny, fashionable daughter they imagined her up to be. She lost the glasses, weight, and bunchy clothes. No longer was she herself, but she was who she thought her parents thought she was. It made her feel good to be praised for her new beauty, but still wasn’t the sunshine she hoped to be for her mother and father.

Her decision became to work harder to score higher grades, be the beauty of the school, and be the perfect daughter. She wanted her parents to think that they did one thing right. But their fights were getting louder, more frequent. Her brother hide from the rest of family locked up in his own little world leaving his sister to smooth things over after the scream fest was done. Every now and then he would venture to spend time with her, but his interest came first. His sister was okay with it, at the time. She would cover for him so that he wouldn’t feel awkward or obligated to say something that would splinter the family farther.

So she always made sure she was smiling. When her mother comes home from her work she would be there to greet her and tell her about her day. She was trying hard to make her parents forget their troubles. She didn’t like it when they brought home their problems. Her mother would always say a variation of how sick she is of her boss, the patients, and other co-workers. Her father was working whenever she was home and the rest of the time he was sleeping from exhaustion. The grandmother on her mother’s side treated this girl like a five-year-old even though she was in middle school. She managed to smile even though her mother would go off on a rage rant or her father would spit out some spiteful comment or her grandmother would mistake her for someone else.

But what she wasn’t ready for was for her capacity of ignorance to shatter. It happened one day that this girl could have sworn was her best day ever. She heard her mother bargaining in through the door and skipped over to meet her. Her day had gone so well that it was a sharp slap in the face when her mother brushed passed and said, “I just want to take a gun to my face and blow my brain out.”

How was this little girl supposed to react to that? Did her mother really think that it was appropriate to say something like that in front of a seventh grader? Why did this woman dump all her problems on her innocent baby girl?

The girl didn’t respond. She waited until she was in the tub with the jets rushing, with no-one around or listening before breaking down. For two hours she cried until her eyes no longer moist but itchy. When she came out not one person noticed that she had bawled her heart out.

Her strength had all gone to crying so she went bed early. Fresh tears leaked out for a bit before all that her body could do was heave heavy breathes. When her brother came in to their shared bedroom he thought nothing of her strange breathing and went to sleep.

It kept happening. Every night she would cry herself to sleep because she was honestly terrified that she would wake up to see her mother being carried out in a body bag, that her father would get up and leave because he hated this side of the family, that her brother would