I walked in. Of course I knew what sex sounded like, I was nine. As much as the normal world would like to shelter most kids of my age at that time from the knowledge of what sex is, I knew what was going on. My eyes. Please God let them be deceiving me. No, it was not the sex that bothered me. It was not even the idea that it was my parents doing it. My eyes watered up. My mind...completely....gray. Innocence surrounded my mind, wanted it to be all understandable. I wanted to be told, "You are a child, you dont understand." If only it had been my parents, or at least both of them. My nine year old eyes witnessed my father doing the one thing I never thought him capable of. I never thought one human body could have so much denial in such a short amount of time. My father was cheating on my mother.
My parents fought a lot. No one would ever suspect it in the public eye. They were radiant when it came to the outside world. Everyone respected them. My father. A world class charlatan. Lying was his talent. Man, was he good at it. I remember one night, after my parents had gotten into a huge argument, and I had heard it. My parents made up, after my dad had walked out and had been gone for a couple of hours. He came back, sat me, my older sister and younger brother down, and explained to us that he would never leave us, or my mother, like that ever again. Did I believe him? Of course I did. He was my dad.
Nine. Nine years old. I had to tell my mom what I had seen. Damn it mom. Say something. I told her, and its like someone hit her pause button. Tell me it was normal. Tell me that you knew. Tell me that our "family" was still going to be that. I was so naive. I knew our "family" was no longer what I had hoped it would remain when I saw my mothers name on a rather large cardboard box with an address on it that was foreign to me. This is not my address. This is not what I was taught when I was in kindergarten. My mom started packing my room. I protested. Nine. Nine years old. What could I do? Nothing. My parents were getting a divorce. My mother loved my father. I was constantly reminded of that with everyday that passed. My mom would tuck me into bed, and as I lay there, trying to fall asleep, I hear my mom weeping. Why dad?
My father and I have not been ok since that day. Both of my parents re-married. It does not help my "liking" level for my father seeing as how my new step-mother is the one he was screwing in the room he and my mother shared. My father has always been pretty wealthy. Money became his vice for the next couple of years. Buying whatever made him happy, and of course, his children happy. A credit card quickly replaced what my father use to be. Always there. Helps relieve depression. Gives me something to do. Helps when I have a problem.
My mom has never been that wealthy due to a disability. Between custody battles with my parents, heartless landlords, and my mothers new husband, I moved schools thirteen times. No lie. True story. My life has been completely screwed up because of him. Thanks dad. Asshole.
The day I came out to my dad. Wow. What a day. I was SO confident that I was ready. So, out it came. I called him. I would have preferred it be in person, but since he deems it necessary to live out of town and come into town MAYBE 6 times I year, I am kinda limited. He flipped out. He told me I was an embarrassment, and that he was very disappointed. He took my schooling, credit cards, insurance, car payments, medical insurance, and home with him as he threw me out of his life. He wanted nothing to do with his, and I quote, "Faggot of a son." Since then, I have paid off my car, established my own insurance, moved in with my boyfriend, continued school, and have been offered some pretty good job possibilities. I like my life. Even though I pretty much lost every family member, except an uncle and an aunt, I am doing ok. My boyfriends family has completely accepted me and they love me very much. I am so thankful for them.
To my dad: Fuck you.
To my mom: I am deeply sorry you married an asshole.
To my siblings: Gain your own opinions and get your heads out of daddy's ass.
To my friends: Thanks for being amazing.
To my readers: YAY! I am glad you exist.
I did not write this for pity, sympathy, or attention. I am utilizing this blog to its fullest potential. It has taken me a while, but I am finally ready to talk openly about the things I am ashamed to say I was associated with in my life. Even though it was not my fault, I am ashamed to say I am from anything that has to deal with my dad.
Tomorrow is another day. I cant wait to greet it.
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