𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 77
Things go gradually, even when I'm in a hurry, also when it comes to work and finances. But since that phone call more than 15 years ago, something changed.
The village offered work, but it was uncertain. Weeks of work subsidized by the regional government were interrupted by months of nothing, in which I would catch up on my work designing and creating the garden for my parents-in-law.
Those three years in the Cortijo I lived hand in hand with nature. Depending on the sun and rain, looking for something to light the chimney and do the family's washing in the bathtub.
It was raw, and at the same time terribly sweet. The silence, my own vegetables and fruit, and a priceless view.
Until that morning when I realized that I wasn't ready for this, not yet at least.
In villages like this, you grow up doing what your father did, and if you are lucky you expand the business to the three surrounding villages. At your peak, you are the best in your field in the region, but it would never be more than that.
I had no profession and no capital to start something, no matter how wonderful this life was, I knew had come too early.
I missed that feeling of going from zero to a hundred. Starting something and just see where what was left of my good brain could take me.
The guides had said something about international, but also the hint of a sound, I always thought it meant a coastal town but that was not where I ended up.
Deliah was 80% disabled which provided a stable income stream, far from sufficient but at least something.
She explained how it happened and that after her car crash, she was lucky to be tested by someone who could relate to her situation and her hard-to-diagnose symptoms.
I never fully understood how that happened exactly but it did provide a financial base and a mother who could be at home with our son. Hence I never gave it more thought.
Now the years at the Cortijo, or maybe Spain in general started to count- I don't know if it was the stress of the lack of money or the tick bite that she was sure of, but that we never saw.
The fact was that her health deteriorated, the number of good days decreased, and she went to her mother more often to relax for a while.
This meant I was often alone, which gave us a break from the more frequently occurring stressful conversations.
Conversations in which I more often felt these jabs aimed at my persona.
Where a few years ago she praised me and told me that I was more than good enough, I now increasingly turned out to be insufficient.
Even now that I was earning money and with the help of my Dad had provided my family with a brand new car.
Or had she done that?
She helped me?
She told me how I had to position myself and what words to use to get that loan from my father.
She also had been more than happy to show me the kind of web my mother spun to keep her family within her influence.
Show me how I had always resisted that stickiness.
Yes, ultimately it was my decision not to resume contact, but in a way that may have suited her.
Looking back and making assumptions is easy, but it does show how she knew how to maneuver, or should I say manipulate.
Manipulation is the darkness I saw that night in the eyes of my mother-in-law. That night when I was outside looking in, blowing off steam as she had angered me.
It was Deliahs Birthday and her mom just gave me the feeling I did not give her the day she deserved. She caused unnecessary discussion on a day that should be stressfree.
That discussion ended with me walking away, and her crawling next to my wife and child. She saw me staring through the window and that look.
Her eyes told the whole story; this is how I planned it. This self-satisfied look with a dark layer of sickening pleasure.
She had sidelined me, she was getting more influence over my family. If my mom webbed her family, this lady was the black widow.
I got all that from that one stare, and I decided to go home. From this day forward, this lady was dead to me.
Over time I learned that manipulation was running through the veins of the ladies in this family because my mom still tells this story.
I wasn't there, it was just her and Deliah. They were talking and very casually Deliah mentioned that one of the things she is proud of is that her intelligence allows her to manipulate advantageous manner.
Deliah always bragged about the IQ test that showed she was very much above average with a score of 130 something. Which is considered gifted and ranges you at the top 1%.
But how dumb are you if you tell others about your intelligence and how you love to use it to manipulate...or is that just being overconfident and arrogant?
Why would you?
If you are a mastermind, why show your hand before you play it?
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