Sibling Rivalry

This is the story...
of how I almost lived
my entire adult life...

in a functional coma...
instead of becoming the writer
I always dreamed I'd be...

like Sylvia Plath, only happy.
To be a writer
was my childhood dream...

but like my childhood,
the dream was sweet...

but mostly it was short.
My parents died
in a car accident...

leaving my sister
and me orphans.

My sister acted
like a brat at the funeral...

setting a life-Iong pattern...
of always doing and saying
whatever she felt.

As for me, the next twelve years
were very Ionely...

With this ring,
I thee wed.

His name was Harry Turner,
and we were in love.

I thought everything
was going to be perfect...

and it might have been,
except for one thing...

Harry was already married
to someone else...

his family.
Harry joined
their medical practice...

and although I had his hand
in holy matrimony...

they had his shingle.
Harry became a brilliant

who really knew his way
around an intestine.

See this part here?
To people on the outside...
I'm sure it looked like
we had a happy life together...

and for a while,
I thought we did, too.

I mean, things
weren't exactly...

the way I would
have liked them...

but I learned
to make compromises...

which is how we achieved
a balance in our marriage.

The problem is...
somewhere during
eight years of balancing...

I stopped thinking
of myself as me.

All I was was Harry's wife.
Hi. How are you?
We were one of those couples
who did everything together...