A Stepmothers Story
* * Sam Bennett * * A Stepmother’s Story * I am just so sick and tired of copping all flack from this world. Even now in these modern times people are still placing judgements on me, like “wicked” or “evil”. Has anyone ever asked me for my perspective on the events of Cynthia, who you people cruelly refer to as Cinderella? No way! So by now you may be wondering why I haven’t come forward before to present my case for the world to judge. Well the truth is that until not recent times have the stepmothers of this world been coping a bad name from the deceitful truths of my parenting styles. I am not trying to say that my dear Cynthia didn’t deserve some of my harsh treatments, but the truth about my parenting styles have defiantly been modified over the course of history. One thing you must understand is why wouldn’t I want a beautiful young lady to live happily ever after. I am Cinderella’s stepmother and this is my story. * * To explain my side of events, first we must go back to the beginning, my beginning. When I was just a little girl the only things I learnt about was how to be a good wife. Instead of playing in the fields of wildflowers my mother summoned me to perfecting “womanly Arts”, like singing, embroidery and domestic duties. While other young ladies amongst the village wore loose fighting dresses, I was given the responsibility of wearing corsets with extravagant gowns. This was all to make me a more attractive asset to be sold off to a man in order to raise my family’s lineage. * * My father was a landowner which did come with lots of benefits like a hot meal ever night and lavish silverware. But from the day I was born I would never make decisions for myself, being passed over from my Fathers house to that of my husbands and love wasn’t even something I could even consider. I wasn’t even allowed to indulge in romance books as my mother strongly disagreed with that fact that people can fall for each other. In