New Character Unlocked!: Sister's Boyfriend

The other day my sister’s boyfriend came over to help her move. She’s been staying at her boyfriend’s place for a awhile and now she got a job in that city. As much as I hate my sister, I won’t deny that she’s got a good work ethic. She’s very professional, knowledgeable about her line of work, and can get the job done accurately and efficiently. It’s just that when she’s out of commission, she stays at home sucking my parents dry out of their financial state and finally just got a job (and a good one at that) to pay off her debts. Although she’s not officially moving in with him, she’ll still be staying there with him for a long while, so he came to help her pack.

I don’t have a Twitter account, but it’s not needed to view Twitter posts. So naturally when my sister was bitching about me online, her boyfriend was also in the comments to ridicule me (even though I haven’t really met him yet). But of course, he’s there to be a supportive boyfriend for my sister.

When I saw him the other day, I don’t think he knew that I’ve seen what he’s said. To be fair, they don’t know I’ve seen any of their Twitter posts at all. He warmly greeted me, and I fucking hated it. How can someone pretend to smile and say hello, when just a while back they were in the comment section trying to rip me to shreds.

Now, I had two ways of approaching.

1. I can give him the cold shoulder. I’ll give him what he deserves. I won’t be mean to him and say harsh words like he does online, but I’ll be curt and dismissive. If I do that, now he’ll actually have a solid reason to call me a cold bitch. Of course in his eyes, the situation would be “all I did was say hi and she fucking ignored me and acted like she was better than me” and just like that I’ve gone viral for my rude behavior again. OR

2. I can fucking suck it up and act like a good girl. Pretend that he’s never called me names even when I’ve never interacted with him, and pretend that I’m an oblivious fool. This is obviously the best solution, but the hardest. It’s like looking into the eyes of a psychopath and fooling myself to look at him like he’s sane.

I ran away. I said hello to him quickly and then ran to my room. I hate confrontation. I try to avoid it to the best of my ability. So, in the end, I was and always will be a coward.

TLDR: to be a bitch or to not be a bitch, that tis the question...