She said she was jealous of me, but I never believed it.
Each day, her minions dragged me to the toilet block. Once in the toilet block, the minions would leave, and she would grab hold of my hair and hold my face to a mirror. There, over the porcelain skins, she poured out her fury.
Her suicide note was printed in the national press. She said that she was an ugly failure. She said that each time she looked at me, she was jealous of me and wished she could be me.
My husband set me a less-than-100-words-challenge with ‘Jealousy’ as the starting point. This story is another little piece of truth.