Picard
October 16th, 2008, 02:53 PM
When I was still in elementary school (I was 13-14 at the time), I found out my father has cheated on my mom. A friend told me. I got suspicious, so I checked out his SMS messages (I know, it's wrong), and found out that it's true. As you can imagine, I've had a dilemma : Do I tell my mother about it, and betray my father, of keep quiet, and betray my mother? I've pondered it for a month or so, and I decided to tell my mother. My father, of course, denied it, and the SMS messages were gone. I felt pretty bad about it, I couldn't stand to see my father or talk to him. Partly because I was afraid of him (but he didn't hurt me), partly because I hated him for lying. Christ, he was married to her for 20 years...
As any kid would, I soon forgot about it. My father was a head of a big company, earning enormous amounts of money (I know that now), but he brought only a portion of that money home. He went on business trips a lot, and didn't come home for days. Finally, one day, we got a phone call. It was my father's 'mistress'. She was apparently sick of waiting for him to leave us, so she called to 'inform us'. My father was with her, but he didn't have the spine to do it himself. (at this point my memory somewhat missing, but I remember some key events). My mother was crying. A lot. I couldn't sleep, and I felt I had to hide from my father (I barely even left the room).
My father lived with us for 3-4 more months, so he could "prepare for his new life". He would drink his wine quietly, and watch TV while my mother cried in the other room. I cried sometimes, but I didn't want them to see. I was pretending to be naive, as if I didn't understand what was going on.
One day, I awoke in the morning to find him gone (along with some stuff that he claimed were his before they married). We had to move to a house my grandparents lived in (his parents) and they moved in our apartment. He somehow managed to cheat us on alimentation. My mother didn't have a job, and he didn't want to provide one for her (he could, as he was the head of a company with 5 000+ employees). My mother managed to pull us out, somehow (she's a great mom, yeah :) )
But the crap just couldn't stop. He did some pretty wrong stuff later. First time I went to see him, his wife was all over him, grabbing his ass & stuff, kissing and moaning. It was disgusting. What kind of moron would do that to his own child? For some reason, I felt I needed to earn his respect and attention, but I always failed. I was always wrong, I was always a bad child, and I've never done anything right. We've received (my mother and I) some disturbing SMS messages and phone calls. Sometimes, I could recognize the voice of my father's wife. He, of course called me a liar. One day, my grandfather (my father's father) started insulting me and my mother, so I punched him. I yelled like hell, insulted them back, and left them crying (may of been wrong of me, but adrenalin is a powerful thing, especially when fueled with anger).
Soon after, I became paranoid and anti-social. I thought I was being followed wherever I go.(maybe I were, I don't know). I became distant to people, and I begun getting into troubles. I took a lot of beating from 'street gangs', I was harassed and chased by some guys for eight months, every day. Eventually, they caught me, pulled out a knife, but as you can see, they didn't kill me. They did beat the cr*p out of me, though.. I didn't really do anything to them, and they even apologized later, but trouble followed me everywhere :)
Then I begun to find things out. My father had 4 mistresses. He even took me on his 'business trip' with him once, and left me with them. A few more incidents happened since, so I decided to put a stop on it. I had a fight with them, and I didn't speak to my father for a few months. Later, he came to me begging and saying that he loves me. I maintained a 'diplomatic relationship' with him, but I told him that I NEVER want to see his wife again. But it's a small city we live in... For some reason, I was a bit afraid of his wife, even of seeing their child. They tried to make me 'love the kid', and called him my brother. I felt offended by that. What would my mother think of me? I know it's not the poor kid's fault, but I just can't stand anything that is even remotely related to her...
A lot of time has passed. I went to see a professional about some problems I have (you might have read about one of them in my other thread...). I decided to go out more. I found a girlfriend, we have a 10 months long relationship. But I've wasted a few years on my life. Thanks a lot, father...
PS : Sorry if my English is bad, it's not my native language. Also, sorry if this text bored you :) I just needed to get it out of me...
EDIT : I would be grateful if a mod could move this thread to a proper forum. I have accidentally placed it here. Sorry :P
As any kid would, I soon forgot about it. My father was a head of a big company, earning enormous amounts of money (I know that now), but he brought only a portion of that money home. He went on business trips a lot, and didn't come home for days. Finally, one day, we got a phone call. It was my father's 'mistress'. She was apparently sick of waiting for him to leave us, so she called to 'inform us'. My father was with her, but he didn't have the spine to do it himself. (at this point my memory somewhat missing, but I remember some key events). My mother was crying. A lot. I couldn't sleep, and I felt I had to hide from my father (I barely even left the room).
My father lived with us for 3-4 more months, so he could "prepare for his new life". He would drink his wine quietly, and watch TV while my mother cried in the other room. I cried sometimes, but I didn't want them to see. I was pretending to be naive, as if I didn't understand what was going on.
One day, I awoke in the morning to find him gone (along with some stuff that he claimed were his before they married). We had to move to a house my grandparents lived in (his parents) and they moved in our apartment. He somehow managed to cheat us on alimentation. My mother didn't have a job, and he didn't want to provide one for her (he could, as he was the head of a company with 5 000+ employees). My mother managed to pull us out, somehow (she's a great mom, yeah :) )
But the crap just couldn't stop. He did some pretty wrong stuff later. First time I went to see him, his wife was all over him, grabbing his ass & stuff, kissing and moaning. It was disgusting. What kind of moron would do that to his own child? For some reason, I felt I needed to earn his respect and attention, but I always failed. I was always wrong, I was always a bad child, and I've never done anything right. We've received (my mother and I) some disturbing SMS messages and phone calls. Sometimes, I could recognize the voice of my father's wife. He, of course called me a liar. One day, my grandfather (my father's father) started insulting me and my mother, so I punched him. I yelled like hell, insulted them back, and left them crying (may of been wrong of me, but adrenalin is a powerful thing, especially when fueled with anger).
Soon after, I became paranoid and anti-social. I thought I was being followed wherever I go.(maybe I were, I don't know). I became distant to people, and I begun getting into troubles. I took a lot of beating from 'street gangs', I was harassed and chased by some guys for eight months, every day. Eventually, they caught me, pulled out a knife, but as you can see, they didn't kill me. They did beat the cr*p out of me, though.. I didn't really do anything to them, and they even apologized later, but trouble followed me everywhere :)
Then I begun to find things out. My father had 4 mistresses. He even took me on his 'business trip' with him once, and left me with them. A few more incidents happened since, so I decided to put a stop on it. I had a fight with them, and I didn't speak to my father for a few months. Later, he came to me begging and saying that he loves me. I maintained a 'diplomatic relationship' with him, but I told him that I NEVER want to see his wife again. But it's a small city we live in... For some reason, I was a bit afraid of his wife, even of seeing their child. They tried to make me 'love the kid', and called him my brother. I felt offended by that. What would my mother think of me? I know it's not the poor kid's fault, but I just can't stand anything that is even remotely related to her...
A lot of time has passed. I went to see a professional about some problems I have (you might have read about one of them in my other thread...). I decided to go out more. I found a girlfriend, we have a 10 months long relationship. But I've wasted a few years on my life. Thanks a lot, father...
PS : Sorry if my English is bad, it's not my native language. Also, sorry if this text bored you :) I just needed to get it out of me...
EDIT : I would be grateful if a mod could move this thread to a proper forum. I have accidentally placed it here. Sorry :P