When I was younger, I thought I had the best life ever. I had a great group of friends, a wonderful family and plenty of pets to keep myself occupied. I thought I was living someone's life straight from the movies, you know, the ones that had the happily ever afters. For as long as I can remember, I thought that was how all people lived. But now I'm 23, and I'm starting to think some of that life was a lie.
Six years ago, my father was kicked out of the house. He admitted to my mother that he has cheated on her, not only with one girl, but multiple women. The fairy tale life I had always envisioned just crashed in front of my eyes. The late night yelling, the countless number of nights hearing my mother crying. I couldn't figure it out when I was younger, but when my mom dropped the bomb and said she was kicking dad out, it made perfect sense. Little did I know that this very reason would someone come creeping back into my life six years later.
So that was the beginning. In October of 2005, mom filed for divorce from the man that she still somehow loved, but had hurt her the most. It wasn't until 2009 that the divorce was finalized in April. In those years, we still kept in touch with dad, seeing as he only moved a few short blocks away. And still, he kept up with the stupid acts. Girlfriend after girlfriend... and all of them seem to get younger in age, minus -C-. **Won't be using names** At least -C- was closer to dad's age and was at least more presentable than the others. The "others" that I speak of were close to mine and my sister's ages. And were either strippers or drug dealers. Yep, real winners, if you ask me.
But unfortunately, none of them matched the winner that dad has found himself this time. It's "the real deal" he says, and claims he really feels something with her and even asked her to marry him. Oh, okay dad, what can you tell us about her? "Oh, she's 27 and she dances. Lives in Holmen and works at apac". Oh, did you say 27? Yeah, he certainly did. Well, my sister and I being the overly angry people with news like this, we go on facebook and burst into rants about how this is ridiculous. Well, little did I know, this is indeed a small world. A friend from high school knows this girl... and even claims that this new girl, can't be more than 21!! That's right 21.
So, me being the technology freak that I am, went into investigative mode and tried searching for this girl on facebook. No luck. With the info that I got from my friend -B-, dad's girl -S- is what I'll call her, is a very dirty and ghetto person. So I thought, where do dirty, ghetto people go on the internet? MySpace. :-D
Well that was the gold mine, I found -S's- sister which then linked a picture to her profile. Oh, and wouldn't you know, she really IS 21 years old. Very baby faced, too. Well, I printed off a picture of her and with the help of my sister, got up the courage to confront my dad. Now, in no way am I a confrontational person. I don't like doing it and I don't like getting/taking it. In a way, I'm like my dad because of that, but it needed to be done.
Longer story short, I told him about the age, showed him the picture, etc etc... the next day or so, dad texts my sister and says he lied about her age, because we would keep pressing on about her, blah blah. Which also means he lied to one of his sisters, as well. I was pissed, so bad that I was shaking. My sister, too. She called the sister he lied to, and I called our mom. Needless to say, I broke down on the phone, like hardcore. So bad that my mom left work early that day, even with me telling her that she really didn't need to. Was she afraid of what my sister and I would do, or wouldn't do? Pretty much.
So, here we were, faced with this situation that was now "our problem" as dad worded it, and that we should "just get over it". Get over it? How can we get over the fact that we are going to have a 21 year old step-mother, that strips, smokes and hangs with shady people? I mean, she is YOUNGER THAN ME and I'm his youngest child. A certain phone call to my dad one day got everything out in the open. Through tears and swear words, I told him how I felt and how wrong this situation was. The fact that he can't see that this girl is using him for all he's got, which isn't much.
*sigh*
I am so emotionally scarred right now. From the moment I found out what my dad did to my mother, I bottled everything up and still do sometimes. I used to be more lively than what I am. Now, I have this shy exterior. I blame everything in my past for that. I hate having to go through daily life thinking of what will come next. Going to work and having to pretend everything is okay, laughing when I don't really feel like laughing. Sure, I love getting away from the drama for a few hours, but even surrounding myself with good people doesn't make things better. It helps, though. Not to mention my trust issues. I only have a handful of people I trust and confide in these days. I hate getting close to people for fear of this same thing happening to me. I hate the fact that I have liked guys in the past but always found it too difficult to want to further things, even more so now. No person should have to suffer through things I've gone through.
In the end, my father has lied to his family multiple times over the last few weeks, refuses to tell us anything about the girl (even though we're good at finding things out ourselves.) And this is why he didn't get a "happy father's day" greeting from anyone.
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