"I couldn't be more proud of you."
This wasn't just lip service on my end, not by a long shot.
I myself knew how hard it was to overcome the feelings of jealousy directed towards others, a task that grew all the harder the closer one was to the people they were feeling jealous towards.
On my end, I felt jealous over my uncle's wealth and status, I felt jealous over my father's strict moral standards and discipline when it came to applying them… But also towards the favored coworkers back at the grocery I used to work, all the more when comparing our paychecks and giving in to the imagination and thinking just how much easier my life could be if I could work as many hours as they did…
