She Faked Blindness, I Faked Parkinson’s

My husband‘s childhood friend claimed she was too blind to see. She sat in his lap, shredded my wedding dress, and slept in our bed. In my last life, I died bleeding on the floor while she “couldn’t read the caller ID.” My baby died with me.

This time, I came back with early-onset Parkinson‘s. My hands shake. I can’t control them—or so I tell everyone.

She used her blindness as a shield. I used my tremor as a weapon.

By the end, she owed me everything, my husband was in federal prison, and my “Parkinson’s” had made a full recovery.

Funny how that worked out.