I broke my cousin's leg the night before she went to prom for being vainer than me.

My cousin and I have never gotten along; she is the embodiment of the "mean girl" troop. She's the copy cat who steals anything of value (my car, my phone, my Macbook Air) just because "I don't need it since I've got my own." I'm not saying I'm innocent. One night I slept with her ex-boyfriend. She had broken up with him a week prior, but still she went after me with a baseball bat outside of my Mom's house where she and her parents were staying (they had just moved to our state.) I wasn't trying to be vindictive. In the moment, I just wasn't thinking, and that's my only excuse. But it was a really sore spot, since I had never slept with anyone before. She was already mistaking me for promiscuous; she came from a "trad" family, very religious, and I had been raised by an Atheist mother and was far more liberal than she was. So we were in a tense spot, even after that. She was going to some fancy-ass school, and got in with the wrong crowd. They were very wealthy, and since I was the oldest girl in our extended family, I always got the "new hand downs." She and I were about the same size, so my aunt would just drop off the clothes she didn't want at my Mom's house. I'm not even joking you, my cousin would steal my jewelry, my car, my phone, if she wanted it. And she did. She didn't like the idea of me wearing anything nice, since I was "so basic." This went on for years and years. I'm not even really sure how I kept it up for so long; her behavior was solely based upon the fact that I am prettier than she is. She is very pretty, but she wasn't as "hot" as I was at the time. I'm 28; I'm just an average looking woman, but as a teenager and in my early 20s, I modeled. By the time I was 12, I had already been scouted, and since I was really skinny and tall and still had the "baby face," modeling had been pushed on me since I was a child. I never enjoyed it very much, but when I look back on some of the things I was able to do - we're talking major, world renown fashion shows - I'm glad I did it. Anyway, the point being that I was very pretty, and I looked like a "supermodel" in the eyes of my cousin, and her parents. My Mom was the type to let me figure things out for myself, we didn't have the money to model full-time; I still lived a very "normal" life. I was valedictorian, I went to college, and I didn't really like modeling all that much. I felt like it made people look at me differently, and I was already very self-conscious. I didn't like being praised for my looks, and I DID like school. I liked having friends, and a normal life. But my cousin was the polar opposite. She loved the glitz and glam of it, even though she was never really pretty enough to be a model. And this pissed her off. And the more I modeled; the more angry she got. She would call me names, and try to get inside of my head and find my weak spots. Getting inside of my head really just sent me down a dark path. I was very depressed, and I didn't deal with it very well. But it did end in her eating her words. About a month before she was supposed to go to prom, I was scouted by an executive from Ralph Lauren (I was 19 at the time). I had never modeled full-time, and I was getting ready to graduate with a degree in Biology, but for some reason I decided to do this last thing. I never intended on modeling full-time. I never looked at it as a real career, and I didn't get paid enough to live on it alone. But they were going to fly me to Paris; they were going to pay for everything. They were going to give me a free stay in an 8 bedroom house in London for months. I would be there until after Christmas, and I would stay in Rome for part of the summer. It had always been a dream of mine, so I decided to do it. When my cousin found out, she was really quiet about the whole thing. I thought it was funny that she reacted that way, since she was usually so mean towards me and my career. But I didn't really pay her any mind at all. I hadn't really cared about her since we were kids. What came next was the icing on the cake. They were going to fly me out the week after prom, and stay for a few days in New York to get settled in. My cousin was so fixation on my trip; it happened to be the week of prom, and she thought I would still be home for a few days before I left. And since my Grandpa, who was an Electrician, was in the middle of a huge project for a billionaire client. We were "house sitting" a massive house that literally had it's own island and beach, in the middle of nowhere, not far from St. Louis. Like I said, my cousin had been quiet for a while, until she came to the house one night and told me she wanted to talk to me. I was in a really good place, mentally, and I decided to open up a little (way too open). She told me she felt sorry for me and wanted to make amends, and I mistook her words for sincerity. And against my better judgment, I decided to open up about my depressions, and how hard it had been for me. She looked me dead in the eye and told me she just wanted to be friends. And that's all it took for me to let my guard down. I had been guarded for most of my childhood, from the time she would tell lies about me, to when I caught her fucking my then-boyfriend; she had been the one person I open up to the least. But I opened up to her that night. I told her about how I was tired of being an adult, tired of being pretty, tired of being objectified. I told her how I had been scared to take my trip; how I was going to travel by myself, and be alone in foreign countries. I told her that I was happy I had decided to do it. It would be the last thing I did for a while, since I was planning on going to medical school. And from there we went on our own separate ways. She agreed with me, and told me how pretty I was. She told me how special it was to be "a princess," and how much money it paid. She told me how it would be really "cool" if she could go on the trip with me, since we were going to be friends. I told her how I wanted to go by myself, and how I had never been alone for that long. I told her I would be making a lot of money, and there was no way I would ever be able to "afford" to travel, just alone, if I didn't take the opportunity, since I would have two kids and student loans in a few years. I remember looking back and thinking of all of the red flags that night. She was unusual and quiet, and she was looking at me with this weird look in her eye. It dawned on me later that she was high, since I remember her stuttering and looking around nervously. And from the time she left the beach house, she wasn't texting me. She went back to being quiet, and I assumed it was because she was jealous. Like I said, my cousin had never been really pretty. She was very pretty; she had the long legs, thin waist, and "trad" body type, but since we were both skinny and tall, that meant she wasn't "thin enough." She was very self-conscious about it, and she never really dated. She had a husband now, but she mistook sex for love. And from the time we were children, she was just spoiled and vain and entitled. So I didn't think it would have been a good idea, me, who was not only very pretty but far more experienced; going to prom with her ex. I was in shock. It was the night before prom; she wanted me to go with her ex-boyfriend. I wasn't doing it. And when I told her no, she started making remarks about how I was a "bitch" and a "whore." I still remember the words she said to me. "I'm going to ask him to go, but you can't go with him. You can't go to prom, and you can't wear that dress." "I bought the dress. I have the right to wear it whenever I want to." "I'm going to ask him to go with me, and you need to wear something else since we can't match." "I think you should stop calling my friends your ex-boyfriends. You're not pretty enough." She stood there, looking at me, defiance in her eyes. I knew she was going to do something. I remember her words; she told me not to go to prom, or that would be the last time I wore a pretty dress. I didn't pay her any mind. I open a bottle of wine, and sat alone in the house with my Mom, who was not there. I was alone; I was drunk, and I didn't like it. I decided to open another bottle, and watch Netflix. I didn

I broke my cousin's leg the night before she went to prom for being vainer than me.

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